A poem dedicated to the ones who have given it all to the organisations over years and have treated like a fully shaven pencil
Roots!
Oh! Don’t try to push I can’t even fall,
As the roots below have also grown tall
You just see the branches and the fruits
And once they are dry they don’t even suit
I am standing tall for the foundation built
But now you make me feel so useless and full of guilt
When I was young and charming you adored the look
But now that I am powerless against me you want to book
All I am asking is some time and chance for new shoots to grow
But you seem to be rude and ignore and just listen no more
I have contributed inspite of heavy storm and rain
Seems like just nothing’s and my efforts are all in vain
Do you agree that life is indeed fair
Then all you don’t agree and just be polite and care
What goes around comes ground with double the force
But I think people like you sin without remorse
You know you will have to pay for all that you did wrong
Then why aren’t you weary and instead live life like a song