I walk around those old tree roots
Gnarled and twisted like my own
It once hid my smaller self
From many an angry soul i knew
The branches seem to know me still
I know it tried but still i fell
Taught me how to fly so high
It all started with that swing
Now it makes me small again
I see the past i long forgot
Lost i know are those days
i remember like my friend
As i cut him to the ground
Dont know why.. i start to cry
TrApS'
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Dunno why...but strangely, it reminds me of the old mango tree near yur house...the cricket matches we had with hardboard packets for stump...the cycling expeditions...all our mandatharams...the three of us...u me and sk...strangely it reminds me of those wonderful days...and a firm reassurance that those days are far from gone...we still remain those three naughty kids...eating raw mangoes with salt and chillypowder to go with it...we'll stay this way forever.
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