“The Baobab’s Complaint

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11 November 2025

I’m the Baobab tree, tall and wide,
Tourists take selfies by my side.
They call me ancient, wise, and stout —
But none ask how my roots turned out!

Once, I stood straight, proud, and tall,
Till the Creator flipped me, roots and all.
Now my branches look like roots on top —
It’s a hairstyle no barber would crop!

Elephants nibble, monkeys play,
Birds hold gossip meets all day.
One fellow even carved, “Love forever” —
But they split up — I’m stuck with it… clever!

By night, I sigh in the moon’s pale glow,
Watching stars wink — they come, they go.
The Falls still roar their mighty rhyme,
And I? I stand — one joke at a time.

So if you pass, do wave, don’t stare —
I’m just a tree with messy hair.

Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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