Pardigm – Ritika Sharma

The withered tree smiled at me

As pale leaf whispered preach
That death will come and life will go
And still you’ll be alone.

I shunned it away with a scratch of dust
and turned back to tell the crux
But eyes turned in and eyes turned out
I wished them here with no voice to shout.

The creeping silence and daunting foes
Kept me alive with pelted stones
Yet i stood, and raced the forest
And at the end, they all came calling.

The caveat gave me a brand new line
That life is a solitary shrine
No place is yours no human mine
And you are alone with no-one to cry.

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