By Mahima Dhupar
I have always admired
the courage of
bare trees in autumn,
the ones standing tall and chivalrous
without leaves, fruits or flowers,
constantly reminding me
to keep my head high
even when everything else
is decaying and falling apart.
By Mahima Dhupar
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