The Tree

Whom to ask,


What has happened to my days?


As I walk on the way, where is my gaze,


I can do nothing, but am amazed..


Not happy, not sad,


I'm yes, scared!


I don't know what to do?


To stop or to just let happen what's in due..


I'm selfish, I come to know.


My steps I'll have to retrace, I know.


My roots will never allow me to go,


My shoots will cry and will face the blow,


Even I'll dry up in a row.


I'm fixed forever,


I cannot move,


I've to give,


Yes, I'm all love, I realize..


I cannot divide, just let the stream flow.


The tree has to give shade, 


Without expectation and show!