Roots

Roots


If memories take time

Then I'm giving them away,

'Cause all I want's the closeness

Of thoughts from yesterday


If you turn your back to a tree

It falls, and you don't see

Is it different when you return to reality?


It remains that the tree is wood

The cores and rings and fibres still good

But I'm sure that doesn't matter

Because it changed the way it stood


I do my best to be unchanging

To coax you when you fell.

For friendship, I'd even let

You chop me down, as well


But you've sunken into shallow soils

Called these termites all your friends

And though it's your integrity rotting,

My memories have spoiled.


So think about that once again

When I've grown tired, and tough

Because height can give you limelight

But it's the roots that give you love.


                                                                                             ~Akshat Nayak 

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