The purpose of Poet-Tree is to represent the struggles to achieve untouchable dreams. (2021).
Once upon a time, I bought a sunflower alive while returning home from work. It comes with a pack of nutrients for the flower. the purpose of the nutrients was to make the life of the flower longer than usual. It was a windy day of a spring evening. The flower did sway with the chilling wind from the Hudson Bay. I brought it home for my fiancé. She did not look at it, or perhaps she did. It needed much attention but she happened to forget it. Where is the container with water and care? The flower died of the thirst for water. After a few hours, I see a glimpse of light coming from the flower. I dare to express that flowers can live more than a day if kept in the proper. It needs the right environment to live in. What is the point of having a nutrition pack when plants decayed without care? Flowers can live more than a day without nutrition, with water in the proper way. Similarly, happiness cannot stay in a million-dollar treaty without humanism, without care. It was the last sunflower. What does life look like without water?
Your mouth is speechless as silent as mine, you have that desires as like as mine; You would see some scars that might shine, under my shirt on my left shoulder line. Your mouth is still as silent as mine. From Brooklyn to the Bronx, I see reflections of both beauty and ugly constructions among which rises the tower of the United Nation. Your mouth is speechless as silent as mine.
I see the Rikers’ Island by the East River! Waves of seaweed dumping on the Atlantic feet. It drives me crazy and makes me remember a river from my childhood reflection, a long time ago when the river dried losing all water to India because of the barrage on the holy river Ganga. I feel like someone has got better than these, in the world of words and expressions. الباير Maybe I’m more injured than that river. I am living the life of those who live with thirst without water. Your mouth is speechless as silent as mine.
In the Tower of Hell! We wished for nothing more than what you’ve promised to give. Give us a raise in the job of self-help, we need your help; Do not divide us with what you’ve for us. You have given us a promise to give. Hope not seen, in the false treaty with zero possibility, Yet we see a river of honey, and a sea of meals, in the dull economy. Hope is seen, in the dairy, in the steam of jerk chicken. Hope is seen, in the steam of lentil soup, and hope is seen, in the steam of milk chocolate. We are hopeful to get those as seen in the sky shop or in the ice cream scoop. We are at the dead end. we need your help In the tower of hell.
Pandemic fall in the neighborhood of NY. Pandemic put a mask on our smile for a while, Pandemic wrote on my epitaph; I wasn’t here, then I was, and now I am, not worried about where I am. Under a fallen tree, I am the public. Pandemic prohibits me to sit on the roadside seat. I am beside the highway, waiting to cross the street, as vines fly around, so does green leaf. I wasn’t here, then I was, and now I am, not worried about where I am. Beside the Hudson river, the high-speed vehicle beams flash on my epitaph. We stop for the signal before exit thirteen, and a friend of mine, mourn for the death of mine, I died in the year of Covid 19.
I wasn’t here, then I was, and now I am, not worried about where I am. Neither posted in the sky nor seen in human eyes; I wasn’t here, then I was, and now I am, not worried about where I am. Pandemic fall in the neighborhood of NY.
I have found a perfect example of Irony. This is funny. Have you got the news of a bridge that is newly built in Bangladesh? The bridge has collapsed on the day of its opening ceremony. ديبوزيت I see cruelty turns into stupidity in this example of irony!