I was once a flowering tree arose form a baby seedling;
All I needed mother gave me,
When I was young, I was strong;
I have seen fury of Mother Nature; her anger deepened my roots, as heated and beaten carbon is diamond;
I have seen wars, I have seen pestilence;
I was ready to serve, the world always wanted more.
Scars still visible, pain forgotten ages before.
Happy I am to serve this world, gave my organs to warm mass, and gave shelter from Helios riding his chariot across the sky.
All the time I gave never demanded anything.
Now thin I am, weak are my limbs, body dried to dead leaf, all hues vanished.
However, happy I am more than ever, do not lament, cut my every organ, my every piece;
Burn your light, burn your hunger, for I am proud to serve even my frame is weak, my greenery faded, my ribs bare, liquid dried.
I laugh at thee for thou can’t be so self-sacrificing, so creator made me heartbeat of planet.
However, happy I am more than ever, for I am proud to serve Yes, some of us are here to serve and so keep on serving, Sameer, thanks for sharing this piece of work!
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, thank you for sharing this poem.
thanks Soul Watcher