My tree

[Hema Rawal]

Hello...........

I played swing on this tree
With a tire hanged by a rope
I climbed on this tree toward the sky
And can’t get down on ground

I sat on this tree
To make poems and scripts
I carved my name in it
And also my lover’s name on it

An apple above my head
A flower on my hair
A bamboo shoot at my hand
And, old roots under my foot

Thanks.......