Together in the orchard I grew,
of promised sweetness and lovely hue.
Spreading of petals, from seed and then me,
I dreamt of this as every expectant be!
I battered rain, hailstorms and the sun,
like a dream it was so much fun!
Mockingly came the twist of fate,
the purity of my soul, my Creator met.
I fell to the ground, my scarred skin,
my cries never heard by my next of kin.
Orchard like the society discarded me,
my tears dried and wails echo in eternity.
Prasenjit©1997-2022
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