Often I stroll,
With roots deep below, and
Calm and composed above,
Battling battles of my own,
Where no eyes reach,
To spy or judge,
A summer shade,
A winter wonder,
Questioning my purpose,
Perhaps, this many appearances I keep,
Is, in fact, my purpose in this life, I wonder.
Sharing the above picture and verses with Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove,
Wordless Wednesday hosted by Esha and Natasha.
Void Thoughts 
Wonderful poem and photo!
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This is beautiful. The words made me think of the tree and us humans. How there are storms within but a calm on the outside. Thanks for linking. Always good to have you around.
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Thanks, Parul. We all have something else brewing in the insides, don’t we? 🙂
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I love your poems. They are simple but have such a deep message. Often what’s on the outside isn’t a true reflection of what is going on within.
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Yes, often we put up a different face for the world. Thank you for your kind words, Reema. 🙂
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Oh this one hits deep and makes you think!
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Glad you liked the poem, Soumya. 🙂
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The depth in these lines took me for a dive into the meaning. This can also be the purpose of one’s life – to keep an acceptable appearance.
On a lighter note, that round seating around the tree is very much inviting to have a heart to heart talk 🙂
Compilation! Ebook! Does anything ring familiar? 🙂 🙂
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I am working on the book, Anamika. Once done with the draft will let you know. 🙂
Yes, that is a good spot to just sit and chat. Thank you for your encouragement always, dear! 🙂
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This is so touching! I especially like “..Where no eyes reach,
To spy or judge…”
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That quiet exterior with battles raging inside is very well known to me. You’ve portrayed a nice introspective mood in the poem that I can easily relate to. You’ve a natural affinity for poetry, Vinitha! Thank you for linking up with our #WW prompt and sharing this lovely poem.
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