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Unrooted


Unrooted: Sandesh Maurati

 

I’m a tree:born with the help of nature

With the help of my motherland, my family

And I’m born with leaves, branches and roots

Leaves to be happy

Branches to take my responsibility

And roots make my life strong and comfortable.

 

When I was a young sapling, I was weak

But nature gave me support through sun, rain and soil

At age of six I was suffering pneumonia

I was unable to survive and was left to die

 

But my Grandma carried me from village to village just to save my life,

She sold everything to pay for my treatment

She never let me feel like I was a burden

Even when she was having hard time herself

She made sure that I was safe and protected

She never doubted me and always thought I was on the right path

 

But the days never remained same

At the age of 13 yrs old, I lost my grandma

I started to feel like everyday wasn’t Sunday

I lost all my hopes and faith in my own life

I feel like I was covered in black cloud with heavy rainstorm

Where I can easily be carried away

 

I tried to become stronger where I can challenge myself to people

Because growing up with lots of people used me as a broken branches

Put me down down into fire where my life turned into ashes

High school freshman year, everyone laughed at me when I spoke in English

Because it wasn’t good, because they didn’t understand what I was saying

I wasn’t the same person as I used to be and still I’m not that person

I lost everything I had

I started to realized that I couldn’t get my memories back

I fought myself not to cry every single night

Because the truth was people were tearing my leaves, cruising my branches

And purging my roots

 

In places I was moldy, people found my weakness and put me down

It was hard to believe in myself,

To hold on to all the leaves and branches and thinking about how to be succeed

But I need to overcome my fear from droughts and fires

I have to learn how to put myself in strong position

I will find a place of happiness for new life to grow

 

My leaves will changes into new colors,

I’ll be strong enough to make my branches strong

So I can give other creatures somethings to hold to

Give them a support even If I’m having a hard time in my life

I will help my family tree grow

And connect our roots to fulfilling my dreams as someone I always wanted to be

And even though her soul is in my heart

I will make my grandma proud

I will make myself proud

 
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