The Unspoken Tree

A Poem


I would like you to see,
My tree of life.
Which has grown so big
So broad, you see.
Would you like to have
Some fruits, my friend.
Let me tell you some
Of them are sour,
And they remind my
Sorrows and pain.
Some of my fruits
Are sweet too,
Reminding my cheer
And happiness.
The green leaves remind 
The days of my life.
The fallen leaves
Are my memories.
I would go the day
The last leaf breaks.
I'd stood tall on
My roots and achieved 
Things in this limited 
Space provided to me.
Every tree has some
Story to tell,
But unfortunately
We are destined to be
Unspoken, you see.


By:- G.S.Vasukumar