I am a scarecrow...
The only King of the whole cropfield,
Made by the most intelligent creature's mind.
The crownless empire filled with arrogance and pride,
From whose terrified surveillance,no birds can ever hide.
Not even a tiny sparrow...
Yes I am the scarecrow.......
Yes I am the scarecrow...
With course of time losing my pleasure,
Become the abandoned garbage of my creator.
Plants shrink and grow,but no-one ever notice my tear,
No birds answer my sober shout,thinking me as their abuser.
Receiving loads of hate,I turned as the lonliest entity forever.
Once who was frightening other,now struggling with own apathetic fear,
Being an ocean of countless sorrow...
Yes I am that scarecrow......
Now I can understand the ultimate truth of the planet,
I can recognise the hidden treasure of the enclosed heart,
No beauty is permanent,no power is important,no wealth is significant;
Only Care gives satisfaction,only love is permanent & only affection is important;
Which never demolish, only outgrow...
Yes,I am the scarecrow.....
That experienced scarecrow......
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