under a shadeless tree


on being so helpless
the world seems so dark
when i say a single thing
i find everybody here sparks.

i cannot say mum
i cannot speak a thing
my mind remains empty
every time i sit to think.

i wonder where i have gone wrong?
when did i make a mistake?
they always try to make me fall down
on every little step i take.

if i am not free
i am not living
i am sick of this task
of continuous giving.

now i have given up
gloomy all by me
sitting in the shadow
of a shadeless tree……

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