The mahagony tree

The mahagony tree

I wake up everyday beholding

 the mahogany tree,

It was fully clad with leaves

I wished it remained so forever.

April “the cruelest month” came

And the sun, blazed like a frying pan.

When I woke up one day,

Some leaves missing; the rest still yellow.

Against all hopes,

I hoped the greenery would return.

The ‘dooms day’ came

And the tree, like a new born stood

Unclad with no single leaf.

I shut my window in despair for days,

For I thought the tree had fallen.

Hope against hope

To my relief, I saw some tiny tendrils.

Days on end I watched the progress.

The rains came and the tree stood with

All its lost glory.....