Insia Fatima
A Poetry Blog
The Neem Tree
In the middle of the graveyard there is a Neem tree.In the middle of the graveyard there is a Neem tree. Many tender hearts cling to its roots And many tears are shed under its shadow It’s shadow is unwavering through flickering Time Time as determined as Life is fickle: That throbs sometimes above And sometimes below the green grass. You’re twice as deep as you are tall As dark beneath as green above As warm beneath as cool above As alive beneath as alive above.Insia Fatima1 min read