The tree says…

I will survive, like I always do…

I’m down and out but still about

My silent wounds still do shout

My energy is sapped but will lives

I may be tired yet ask, ‘what gives?’

In adverse tides, I learned to lay low

In kinder instances, I learned to grow

I learned to imbibe from all around

Yet remain rooted to the ground.

I know I’m still of much use to you

My pain, I attribute to just a few

And though your practices, I abhor

I vow to shelter and shield you, for

I will survive, like I always do…

Image – Johann Siemens via unsplash

 

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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