I am the branch of a tree,
Trying to grow separately & free.
I know i don't have any roots,
Then how can i bear fruits.
possibility is that i may grow alone in a field,
Where there is no one to care & no one to shield.
Wished i should have waited for my friends,
But ALAS! they opted the same kind of trends.
I feel like an obnoxious one,
Who cares , i am whose son.
The tree which was evergreen,
I separated as i had turned malign.
I didn't understand what was true & must,
Got befooled & blinded by the waste & dust......