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If I were my mother
I would stay to see
The beautiful outcome
Of the saplings I
Planted.

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Ambushed
by the acute thorns
that lie cleverly camouflaged
on the flowering tree
of adulthood,
I yearn for
the unappreciated saplings
of childhood.

The unadulterated joy
of those early years,
was it childhood
or were they just simpler times?

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the sapling of emotions & feelings to rise into blossoming poetry in order to replenish aroma of love in desolated souls .

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I left the seedling of my heart
With her years ago,

Just to find that
Even after a decade,

The manure of her love
Would grow it into an evergreen sapling.

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If words were saplings
then why random
passer by plant weeds
in your heart ?

If words were saplings
then why don't they
turn your heart into
a fruitful land ?

words were saplings
only if they were planted
by right person,
orelse they are like weeds
that destroy your fruitful land
(Heart)

words were saplings when they
were planted in a right place but
your heart wasn't good enough to
hold them tight.

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We are all but a sapling
Grown out of the murky earth
Pulled
Plucked
Displaced
And yet alive
Our roots fighting to find a grip

We are all just a sapling
A sapling just wanting to feel the air
See the colour of the sky
Watch the twinkling of the stars
A sapling that just keeps growing

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in the green meadow
a sapling asks a question
Why are some leaves brown?

a willow responds:
life is as the winds that blow -
travel staying put

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You will cut me deep in
My heart and I will bleed







My drop of blood will
Give rise to a sapling of
Revenge, slowly and
steadily the sapling will
Grow its roots in my heart
And then one fine day
It will consume my heart

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