Tribute to Khalil Gibran

Life snails through swamps of experiences

Without any control over the outcomes

Love swings in the air of suspicion, asking

Is there anyone who can feel this feeling?

Like there is nothing else vital for surviving

A scary patch of horrible misunderstanding

Trees stand tall spreading winds of new hope

Without any expectation of getting appreciation

Blossoms of roses know, it might end up in hairs

Or in the long stinky colorless dustbins of heartless

Fruit of romance is not meant for all the true lovers  

This poem is derived from the famous quote of Kahlil Gibran, “Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.”  Khalil Gibran is considered to be the third most widely read poet in history, behind Shakespeare and Lao-Tzu. I am late, but  wrote this to participate in carry on tuesday .