" He was born as the royal sapling.
He grew as the mighty one; Alas ! all his siblings were rickety
They never knew which tree he was?
What his fruit was? "
Tapped the keys in a lost mood.
He is accused of planting trees.
Who the hell are you to do so? What the f**k are you doing?
He secretly watered the mango, mulberry and nutmeg at the corners.
He loved the betel leaves and pepper strings.
He inherited the sparrows on the mango trees. They lived in his stories.
He was crossed.
They still don't know which tree he is, What his fruit is.
He lived, as the tree of life.
But he always knew...