A tree standing far from home
Without any leaves, with many thorns
Branches spreading out and away
The wounds of that moment are fresh even today.

The predator took out everyone
Except him he don’t left anyone
He too wounded him like a prey
He was left alone wounded from that day

Alone he waited for spring to come
To start a life, a new one
To forget the sins he faced in past
The season of hopes has come at last…

In spring a few red leaves were grown
On the dark blue, out there brightly shone
The happiness fumes again spread in air,
Finally, here ends the nightmare…..