Bonsai
My limbs and roots are stunted. The
world views me as a miniature, a wonder, a piece of stunted architecture of
human creation. A corner piece of adoration in people’s homes and workplace, I
am away from my natural habitat. My siblings are out, picnicking in the warmth
of the golden rays, dancing with the breeze and getting drenched in the shower
of the clouds. My heart cries out when I am trimmed. My soul is hurt when human beings imprison me
indoors for their recreation.
Small I am, but my feelings are not
truncated. My heart cries out when I am trimmed. I prefer to lead a normal childhood and grow
up to be a huge adult tree.
Nations fought for generations against slavery
and foreign invasions only to curtail the freedom of another species. Isn't this injustice? Has God bestowed cerebral superiority on human race to dominate
on mute beings?
Free me from my
trimmed existence. I want to live.
Hey Man, live and let live.
Wow.... this was brilliantly written...
ReplyDeleteLoved those lines
"Small I am, but my feelings are not truncated. My heart cries out when I am trimmed. I prefer to lead a normal childhood and grow up to be a huge adult tree"
So heartening!
Thanx Privy. This is true for bonsai plants as well as kids too.
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