She stood alone
At the entrance
A really beautiful old woman
So strong and tall
With empty hands
Leaning on one side
With nobody's support
She dances
To the tune of breeze
Bidding adieu and welcome
At every stranger
Her beauty was admired and
Ofcourse some got scared
So they wanted her to quit
Now
Here she lies dead
After lots of struggle
I can see
Some marks around her neck
I can feel no life
When I touch her
Yes, she was dead
The once "Pisa" tree
Now a mere wood
Journeying to become ash
At the gatekeepers hand
When she gets burned
On one fine rainy day
Only I can feel the
Heat of the summer.
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