Since birth, tiny roots stabilized,
the plant to stand high in Sun.
With leaves cooking tasty food, 
The plant forgets it's Roots.

Crossing centuries of growth, 
The flourished tree realised it;
Break-less Service of its roots; 
A silent love from underworld.

The roots transformed as wood,
To preserve the lover's body.
And comes out to see the face,
Of it's everlasting love in sky.

It teaches, unconditional love,
And selfless service for partner,
God helps them to meet outside,
But they failed to hug each other.

Some relations are bound to meet,
They realise later and never touch,
Upon death they might meet or not,
Sometimes root resurrects the love.
           -avan