OAK AND I (A YOUTH)

as the oaks stand tall,

rooted and strong

so do i

in this journey lifelong

like crowns of saplings

try reaching the sky

me, pacing further ahead

dreams within my eyes

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every extreme climates

foreshadowing em’ with kindness

through the voyage of battles

engulfing oppressions, complains and prattles

unlatching the invisible wings

in the melody a nightingale sings

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for just as oaks shed their leaves

i too, shed the innocent sleeves

in the whisper of wind,

wisdom they find

unfolding lessons of life shapes

heart and mind

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in oak and i, a bond forever

entwined

freedom and wisdom,

braided and intertwined

closer we flourish

standing tall and free

singing together in life harmonies

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as i hear, the oak yawp

in weary and pain

for just they brought her down

blinded with selfishness and vain

what did i do?

i, sir; just stood there

deprived of my youthfulness

drowned in turmoil feeling of abyss

.

while I can hear my oak

getting minced into pieces

as I was seeking help

tied in vicious leashes

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scattering round the globe

lies woodlands of oaks

along with species of mine

some green, some brown

and some naked and old

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