You are the tree
enormous
robust green,
strong and confident
flourishing against
odds of life.
Your wings cover
an immense breadth
of space,
and all of me…
Your persona
all engrossing,
magnificent.

And I…
your subtle shadow
of no such significance
dwell beneath,
enchained…
while you always
stand your ground,
I am tossed around
while you stay faithful
to your roots.
I am in search of
genesis, my whereabouts.

And I…
under your brilliance,
feel less than
what I am meant to be.
This triviality too colossal
to contain
an ominous vestige,
I am taken for granted
walked all over, then ignored.
This pain is too intense
to retain.
This agony is mine alone
to disown.

And I…
wish, you were
the shadow for a day
and I, the tree…
Own the
pathos of my life
and feel the chains
of an enslaving bondage
get savvy of co-existence.
And understand
how truly incomplete
a tree is, without
its true-blue shade.