The sapping Tree

She stands stout amidst the dilapidated homestead,
Overlooking her pair of granite breasts,
In cold wonderment of the inglorious morals,
Displayed by the unscrupulous stranger,
Who lopped, down the sacred tree trunk!
To make bread from the huge trunk,
All resting like Her Majesty’s carpet lane,
Casting a sombre mood to the deserted homestead.
Doom treks beside the poor injured tree,
2
Dripping sap trickling to the ground decaying to enchant bacteria,
The white oozing sap drips like the royal fountain,
Sapsoaked in mingling pain ,not even the midnight owls,
Patch and make hallucinating hoots.
The sap wound casting an ugly scar, overlooking the narrow path.
Even the marks tell it all,
She weeps whole day, lamenting her fate,
3
Alas, the harsh storms condole her,
Covering her in a sigh of relief,
Soon her hands begin budding,

Nursing the sap scar to the brim,
She wags harmoniously in the winds attracting the howling birds,
Igniting the air in sweet melody,
Even the lumberers tremble its sight.
Sapping in glory…

(KISSA COMFORT )
Brief summary of the gist:
The above poem is a symbolic account of the many girls and women abused in all forms, it is a
a lamentation of the pain they undergo :trauma, emotional displacement and so forth, the poem
ends with a ray of hope for them to have hope (sapping in glory despite the pain amid 1st them...

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