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THE MULBERRY TREE

Mulberry tree.
One day sitting alone in my room,
My thoughts don’t know about whom
Wander here and there sitting behind a witch’s broom.
Everything in mind is messed up.
Feels like rafflesia flower is smelled up.
The parasite of past has become symbiotic in nature,
Suddenly acecuthobium turned out to be lichen when mature.
Pain is growing like water hyacinth,
In tropical area and have no senescence.
Here I wonder what happened to me.
The riddles of my life are resembling,
The racemose inflorescence of mulberry tree.
 
With you I feel breathlessness.
As if I’m below the earth and
Searching my way to have pneumatophores.
Our friendship is like an apple shoot,
Which though sweet is a pseudofruit.
Confusion is spreading like an algal bloom,
Its difficult for me to pass under through,
This dark and suffocating sea.
The riddles of my life are resembling,
The racemose inflorescence of mulberry tree.
But I need not to have some stilt and prop roots.
My innerself is still strong enough to get through,
The distress of your cunningness
The behaviour you show
To fool don’t know whom.
Coz I still have hope that I wont lose,
To end this catkin into cymose.
You can no longer smother me
When I’ll confront patiently
The riddles of my life
That show racemose inflorescence of mulberry tree.
By: Pranshu Sharma

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