Growing Trees

A blurred vision, rapid in motion

Rather an illusion, difficult to greet

Thirstiness for love only high enough

But a strand for some growing tree.

A sudden blow, with dejection and flow

Not clear yet to divinity

Blinking of eyes, twice or thrice

Offering a price for loyalty.

A mooting issue, still hiding in tissues

Prompting an insane victory.

A devasted soul, stumble its cruise

To resolve an obscure ingenuity

An eclipse on mind for not to rewind

Should never be a dream nor agony

Promise some hands to burst this trend

To defend a life for humanity.

CAN BE defeated………………….