fig-leaf...

it was a big,wide, fig tree,
full of pride and esteem...
rich and yellow,with green...
it was the prettiest,to be seen...
every branch had at least a bird,
every noon,to it,men had sung...

the trunk never cared for the rest,
thought he was the best,
the roots were under,unpopular,
leaves were short lived and lighter,
and for the branches,he was the father...

his kids, the trunk, pampered,
they grew spoiled...

spoiled branches sunk their props...
for nothing they had any regards...
anywhere inside,no second thoughts...

anywhere inside,for more beautification,
without caution,even in adulteration....
once,the tree caught an infection...


the big tree,
shed all it's leaves...

it stood there bare,
no breeze,no shade...

near it no one came,
no water,no sunshine...

it never sprout,again,
nothing green,for a long time...

the fig leaves,fell down,
for a reason...

they had to teach a lesson,
"beauty and respect are easy to gain,
but hard to maintain"