The Purple Flowers

With branches and leaves and fruits..

there lived a Tree in wilderness.

For She was blessed and radiant always...

and cherished all her togetherness.

And then came a Bird one day..

to make a nest on her chest.

He sang songs at dusk and dawn..

and painted the stories of the West.

The Bird filled the Tree with joy..

every leaf flirted with the songs.

The wind went crazy around..

this was the heaven she belongs.

She was gleeful, she was shy..

Often She cheered, and sometimes cried.

She sheltered many more..

for She was loved and giving..

and She was covered with plenty...

of love, fruits and living.

It seemed that life was perfect..

that it needed no corrections.

But it is not that simple...

if the fate doesn't make interjections.

The Bird never belonged to Her..

he was dreaming of the skies.

Heartily gazing towards the West...

it was certain that He flies.

When He was gone... 

She got broke,

dead to the core of Her roots...

and one by one.. 

all the livings left.

As if Devil and Fate... 

worked in cahoots.

Soul withered, body wilted..

and left the xylems dry.

It was over, She was done..

Nothing was left to try.

But then it rained...

and rained some more..

the woods got soaked...

it continued to pour.

Storm took lives..

Waters washed the land..

old willows fell down..

nothing could stand.

When the cloud had cleared..

and waters streamed away..

the Tree stood there..

sulking in dismay.

It was grounded,Rooted safe in soils..

There laid a Plant,with multiple coils.

The little Plant had grown..

At the feet of the Tree..

holding on to Her bark, 

tremendously in sprouting spree.

While the Tree was mourning..

the loss of the Bird..

the Plant adored Her..

without uttering a word.

His love was true..

and rooted with Her own.

But She knew nothing..

presuming to be alone.

The Bird gave Her pain..

The Plant saved Her life..

She longed for a worthless feather..

When She had someone always..

who wouldn't think twice.

It was time for spring.

She embraced what She had,

The branches filled with leaves..

and the roots were glad.

The Tree knew what's love..

What's pure.. what's ours.

The Plant too curled some more...

and blossomed with the purple flowers.

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