An aching branch
Bent, impregnated
Adorned with flowers
And extraordinary fruits
Pride of an orchard
Cultivated beauty
With banches that reach
Out unto the sky
Reaching far and high
Unmoved by the rains
Unhinged by the winds
And yet in pain
Shadowing a many
Passing crowd
Sheltering little ones
That play around
Tended by none
Nourished by the sun
Watered by monsoons
And muddy sorrows
Rooted to an unknown soil
Aimlessly it hangs on
Waiting for a tomorrow
Filled with promises
