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Broken Root

By Arnav Mall


Squirrel eats away the pieces of shoot, 

Residing, I give her place to lay her head, 

I can't see no one before me dead, 

I'm just a broken root. 


The animals run over me for I have fallen, 

The deers leap over me, out of joy, giving me happiness. 

The kids play hide and seek, how it is, such a mood, 

For me, well I am just a broken root. 


Birds no longer make nest on me, 

They've all gone away, 

Like the sun disappears and it withers away the fruit. 

Just like this, I'm a broken root. 


People say and wonder, "how great the tree must've been once, 

It's branches reaching all over the world, 

Giving shade to all those under the scorching sun. 

And now he can't protect himself from the doom, 

How poor is this broken root. 


All have left, my fellow trees still stand tall, 

The once I shaded have become greatest of all, 

With no one to remember I lay in the mud, 

Reminiscing about the time when all was fun, 

When I was tall and full of honor, the birds were there, 

When people wondered how I mighty I was, 

But all has gone now and nothing remains, 

My might has gone, I've been subdued, 

But who am I to complain, I'm just a broken root.


By Arnav Mall

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