Rapunzel
Age: 124
Total Posts: 51848
Points: 0
Location:
Pakistan, Pakistan
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.
