One piece of wisdom my elders passed on to me was as follows
“If you plant the seed of the neem tree,
It won’t bear the sweet fruit of mango”
The leaves of neem, are very better to swallow
I never truly appreciated this saying
Until I found myself on my knees, praying.
For the pain to stop and the tears to go away
For your presence had made my days gray.
At the crack of the dawn I was going to bed
For I had spent the night crying instead.
I gave you my all, my innocence and, my heart
I stood by you right from the start
When you were down and out,
I stood by you without a shadow of a doubt
I cried in your sorrow and laughed in your joy
Yet, you treated my heart like a toy.
Like the tree of neem you continued to spit out bitterness and hate
Cutting me down until it was too late.
The girl who helped you stand up when you fell
Was the very one you hid like a secret you couldn’t tell.
You trashed her confidence and her spirit you crushed,
Like the neem tree, your bitterness fell wherever you touched.
So you spew out venom, because that is your nature
And she goes on giving, because she loves to nurture.
Until she is gone forever, lost in this cruel garden of hate,
Maybe one day, you will realize her worth, but it will be too late
© Sneha P
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