I ain't the tree I used to be..

Born as a seed and nurtured as a baby plant

I grew up into a huge tree..

Cradle for the various cobras and vipers,
I have been home for the various snipers..

Carved land for the Cuckoo’s nests

I have helped them entertain their guests.

Looking at the almighty I have spent my Heydays,

Kissed the dew drops and romanced the sun rays

Tickled the butterflies , My soul has sung the lullabies

To chase the moon for its moonlight.

In the meantime, my leaves have been lost

Against the  chilly winds and the white frost.

I wish I was the same young tree.. I used to be..

It feels sad to believe..

 I ain't the tree I used to be…

Lurking for my old leaves… my soul has gone around..

traveled from the grassland to the old white farm house..

 Riding the horses on the old misty sand unes,

 trumping the beats on those nights of half moon

Time flew as it was meant to be…

I kept on losing all my leaves…

It’s sad to believe..

I have lost it all…

Any moment .. might be the time to fall..

It feels sad to believe..

I ain't the tree I used to be…