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Like A Tree I Grew Strong…
Like a tree I grew strong,
Fighting with the winds and harsh cold…
Without any love and care,
And someone to hold…
With empty promises and hollow truth,
The food that I was fed throughout my youth…
Watered my dry roots with my salty tears,
Dying each day inside but on face a hope that I wear…
Although you won’t hear me loud,
But one day you will see me behind the cloud…
My unsaid words then you will hear,
That I loved so much to be with you there…
© 2013 Pimmi Nag
Soul Reader 