Like a tree
I feel free
These days
The sun hugs me
Sends some glee
In a wrap of luscious rays
I am what I am
I am what I do
Nothing more, nothing less
Till I reach
Such a nice thought
I was snipped into a horrible mess
When you went
A dim light flickered
A dark night triggered
My jasmine scent
faded; branches bent
Rain and rain
Drained and drained
My eyes, my soul
Have you seen
How Corals thrash
When waters strain?
But
these days
I can spread my heart
I can silk-pack my dirt
I can clear the cloud
I can leap and fly
Give life a tasty try
stormy smiley proud
Is a tree really free?
Can a tree really fly?
"O, damn critic
Shut your frick
No question...No No question now
put back your arrow
please...to your bow."
Ah!
A long palm tree
Once wished to be free
Being the tallest in the woods
She dreamed of reaching the sky
With round leaves fly and fly
far beyond the seen clouds
But alas!
When the storm ended
The wind sank its sail
The palm began to shiver:
terrified and bluish-pale
She looked at her trunk
posted in the earthly bunk
And started to bite her nail
Oh, I love...I love the earth
I love the nook, the worldly hook
the soil... the story of my lovely trail
Oh, like a tree
Am I then free?
Shut up, shut up
O, damn readers
stop stop
Stop sipping
from my migrant cup.
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Umme Salma, Toowong, 31 October 2025
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A teacher, a researcher, a learner, a poet in the search for the true self.
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