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Unfinished Love

Here’s a poignant poem from Sehar. The metaphors of the tree and mountains are powerful.

Tonight, as I sit down to write a few verses,
The ink in the inkpot seems too red,
The grey sky looks too dark,
And the tree outside my window seems too sad tonight.
I look at the tree and ask, “What makes you sad, my friend,”
The answer is lost mid way; the wind brings to me some moisture
And I well know the reason.
A few hundred miles away, a rugged mountain sleeps away in oblivion
Unaware of the dreams and desires of this tree
Uprooted, detached, lost, the tree stands alone, yet strong in a place, so unknown
The darkness of the night makes it look like a desolate creature
But tomorrow, when the sun shines brightly and the birds fly around it chirping with glee
The lonely tree would again turn into a cool shade, a cosy home and a thing of beauty
But, Alas! Will ever a passerby look into the insides of the tree and find the desolate creature,
yearning to meet its rugged mountain one day...

Picture design Anumita Roy

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Sehar Siddiqi
Sehar is a communication skills trainer, she has good experience in writing on various issues. She is a blogger, book writer and enthusiastic traveller. A native of Allahabad, she believes in experiencing the small things of life in a big way. Sehar likes to work in groups and learn new things. Her motto is to enjoy life in small packets.
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