The storm has carried some of my broken branches to the adjacent vacant plot where, I hope, a new generation will come up soon.
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Thank God for last night’s storm, though it almost uprooted me. Every tree wants its seeds to disperse and bring up a new generation. While birds and animals do it for other trees, they are not interested in my pods that provide them with no food. The cement blocks below, on which my seeds fall, will see that they do not germinate. Even the road outside is paver-blocked, leaving no exposed soil.
The storm has carried some of my broken branches to the adjacent vacant plot where, I hope, a new generation will come up soon.
Paritosh Chandra Dugar
1/2/2020 09:52:12 am
A good satirical piece! Liked it.
Sivan Pillai
2/2/2020 05:48:05 am
Thank you, Paritosh. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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