My Sorrow

As if my sorrow knows no bound
Its roots are deep in my heart’s ground.

Its branches are high up in the sky
Its fruits are sweet no one can defy.

Its leaves are green as if it won’t die
It’s like a rain tree so it can cry.

Its flowers have very sweet fragrance
It attracts people from a distance.

Its flowers are no doubt colorful
God trims it with His gardening tool.

poem by Asif Andalib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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