Last Tree

The last piece of dried leaf fell off my dying branch leaving me naked and bald. I was dying slowly in this sorrowful world. But the humans don’t seem to realize yet. They are too busy experimenting on various parts of my body to make me bear my seeds. It is not possible. Why don’t they just stop torturing me? The more they torture and hurt me, the sooner I’m going to die. Everything was their fault. They made me lose my family, my friends, my dwelling, then parts of my body and now, they are losing me. I spent days crying over the lost of my beloveds. Well, I knew it didn’t matter to the cruel humans. They are only concerned about their necessities and were willing to do anything to please themselves. They destroyed my dwelling to build their homes, factories, later came all the sky scrapers to fill in each spaces left on earth. They merely used us for their benefits. They planted us around their homes so that we would shade their homes from burning rays of the Sun. They ate whatever that we bore. They used us for various purposes such as for burning, making papers, furniture and to build wooden houses. They stopped to admire the beauties of nature; instead they locked themselves in their air-conditioned rooms and watched television all day long. However, nothing beats the soothing breeze that we create when the wind blows on us. Now that I’m dying, they made no efforts to save me instead; they are trying hard to find substitutes to help prolong their lives. I feel so sorry for the humans. If only they took care of the nature and were aware of the consequences of neglecting nature, they wouldn’t have to suffer today. Everything is coming to an end. Poor humans. They were too intelligent to assume that they could take control of nature without realizing that Nature is more superior to everything mortal and immortal.

My Favourite Fictional Character (Oliver Twist)

Oliver Twist was the first novel in the United States to be published. It was Charles Dicken's second novel. It was about a boy name Oliver Twist, who escapes from a workhouse and meets a gang a pickpockets in London. Oliver Twist was born into a life of poverty and misfortune.He was an orphan almost from his first breath by his mother's death in childbirth. I liked this character because Oliver was very naive from the beginning till the end of the story. He did not exactly know what pickpocketing was all about. He was naively unaware of the criminal occupations. Oliver lacked in love and compassion. Only one of the very few kind souls he met, showed sympathy rather than love towards him. He remained innocent till the end of the story. The novel explores the kind of life an orphan, out cast boy could expect to lead in London. In the midst of corruption and degradation, Oliver remained pure-hearted. Finally, he received his reward;a peaceful life. The tragedies in Oliver's life portrayed the harshness and evilness of the world which were great barriers in leading even the simplest life.

A Child Prodigy( please stop....)

they call me a prodigy,
because I have a thousand ability,
but no one sees the sorrow,
why I am feeling low,
please stop looking at me,
the way that frights me,
I'm just a child,
a little too mild,
I try to smile,
but they look with vile,
please stop praising,
show me love by embracing,
be not green with envy,
I am not a deity,
I'm just a girl,feeling lonely,
learning to find my identity.

The Lord of the Dance

you were the lord of the dance,
dangerously good with your moves,
the way you swayed made people to wonder,
what made this man so superb,
you healed the world with your music,
your songs touched zillions at heart,
you were a famous icon,
spring summer autumn winter,
everyday and everytime,
people danced to your beats,
your music penetrated the ears with facility,
and quited the memory with difficulty,
you taught through your music,
to beat it,
you rocked the world,
with your cheerful voice and fast footwork,
as your tools,
you were a dedicated follower of fashion,
you impressed others with your styles,
the pop star model,
when you departed this life,
you had left the whole world,
as your memorial.