The jute arches ache thy cordate, <br />Had been the bothers awayed, <br />The truest thought is sick, <br />The selfless self defied, <br />The dwellers buried the estimates, <br />The bold self broke now, <br />why the time recedes, <br />why the trees of life part, <br />I wonder, why the love.. <br />Of the trees kills.. <br />I wonder.....<br /><br />Sajad Meer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-friends-are-trees/
