Agony Of A Chopped Tree

When hasmeetwrites, it’s always beautiful because it’s what is real and felt from inside, deep and true. Keep on writing and working on yourself because you will grow again like this and there will be hindrances to stop you but don’t have to. Beautiful ♥

Hasmeet Writes

I was planted,

Then I was watered.

I was taken care of,

With undying love.

The world was a sanctuary,

Full of nothing but merry,

Where I could rejoice,

And have my own voice.

Then I started to spring,

And heard a bell ring.

They are on their way!

But I can’t even run away!

“Who would come for my help?”

I couldn’t resist but yell.

The thumping of their feet,

Echoing a drumbeat.

Chop! Chop!

The first of my branches dropped..

Ruthless maneuvering I could see,

Nobody to help a feeble tree.

This went on,

For long.

I was in utter pain,

Alas! It was their reign.

I was told to serve others,

And in the process self-smother.

Their faces had grins,

WhileI was dying from within..

Who do I tell that I want to grow?

And not to become an art of Michelangelo.

Their craftsmanship would cut me…

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