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…

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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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