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Do you remember that afternoon
We planted
That little sapling,
The smile of the setting sun
And the birds
Back to their nests
Flying?
You gave water to the plant
Every morning
Covered it carefully
Protecting
From the sun
Brightly shining.
Days turned to months
Years rolled on
Things became past
The sapling too has grown
It's a big tree now
Birds from distant places
Make their nests
In its bosom.
It is not afraid
Of the scorching heat
Of the sun anymore
The tired travellers
Take rest
Under its shadow.
Come,
Let us take rest under him
Let us talk to him
Once again
In his language. |
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