Life

My pine tree my life



I remained in this middle age like a pinetree

With growing great heights without branches,

Had been cut down all people whom I love

I thought I was making family,

But I left to myself as lonely wood

With no leaves growing

Sometimes, whatever the world is seeing

War in few countries, to see the reason,

It is for freedom for few and for few occupying

When we focus on self we become mean

And when we live for others we feel we are doing for a good reason



He feels he had people for him around him

Though having people around him he still feels missed

Is it helping him being without whom he loves

Does being friendly and nice to others did he got better life

Why he is still suffering

Why people are becoming so mean

And people who are to be together got separated

Did these people achieved what they want??

Why they are fighting with us, even after separating us?





What I can hope for my rest of life

Living alone always made me to become sad

Leading this life is getting tougher day by day

Only thinking of him makes me to cry, when I left with myself,

Focusing on work also gets tougher

-jessy jacob