Serrated with the pain of survival,
a man cuts a tree,
Resin and sap oozing from the
cut on the tree’s bark,--
coagulated tears,
It’s a tiny stream of pain
that started in a human heart
and changed to the tree’s tears,
The stream of pain proceeds further,
It now becomes
the sad words of a poet
on the paper made of tree’s flesh,
The sad verse then chimes
with the inaudible whisper of pain
in some reader’s heart.
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