Nothing

I am nothing,truly.
A tree without fruit and leaves
Where birds don't abide
And no garden beside
Nor does the river run by my side.
My shadow it seems on a lease
Shunned in the everlasting frenzy winter breeze.
There is nothing to yearn for
An outcast,under no law.
I am nothing,somehow never giving up

A lady taught me the worth of words
With her fingers and sharp snappy voice used for herds.
Saw i always a simple hope in her eyes
She showed how the butterfly flies
Nothing that i am there i realised.

I was never known
I thought then i was feared.
"No one touches you when you with me"
I'd say, but now you see
As nothing as i am,though born free.
Someone does fight the winter here
All alone , everywhere but never near.
Thus on me the cold wind blows
Seeing hate for me in everyone's eyes.
But this is unwise
As nothing as i am,i have to rise deep
Without fruit and leaf
Or no one beside nor the water to seap.
For there's some hope in her agile eyes,
There's beauty,as she shows the butterfly flies.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE . 24072016.