| By : Mohit Khetan ( Posted on :28 Nov, 2008 ) | Total Views : 854 | Previous | Next |
I was glaring through
the window of a train,
And all i could see
where the trees were same.
They were standing in the middle
of a field,
They were standing in the middle
like the king.
I was thinking the purpose
of their life,
And they must be thinking
the same old thing.
And then i saw
a barren old tree,
It was standing in the middle
like an old king.
And then i saw its
roots so deep,
and then i realise,
its standing against wind.
Written By : Mohit Khetan
