I Was A Baby Plant Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

I Was A Baby Plant



I was a baby plant—
Who has been looked down,
Who has not suffered the meanness.

I was happy—
I used to stretch to the heaven,
My flute branches
Are playing the tunes.

What a tragedy it is—
There are those who see
That I am growing with joy
Beat an axe on my foot they try.

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