Dreading Death Poem by Aman Hussain

At every gust the dead leaves fall
From the asleep tree clinging to the wall
The falling tears from it in the form of drips of rain
Obsessed with agony and pain
All see it and can't see it all

The budding tree used to stand
With the shadowing branches filled with air
Its leaves healing for the world
Its fruits the hungry world could feed
Sweeter than the honey indeed
Now stand still and is quiet
All see it and can't see it all

The flowers which bloomed
Spreading their scent, incense to this world
Fainting the perfume of rose
All have fallen under the foot of passers by
The hub of concerts of nightingales and cuckoos
From where the fight for melody begins
Now has turned to a tattered cloth
Which is ruled now by the blare of crows
Withstanding the pain stands
All can see it and can't see it all

Waiting for its strength to run
And the fainted spirits to come
In whose palms he will sit and rise
When under his foots the loam will rest
And the sky in his crown will lie
And the birds in their cooing notes will cry
Then all will see and realize
Their eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard, nor heart hath conceived
The umpteen urge of the tree
The urge to live and to serve
It would then be too late when
All will cry and call him back
As my friend very far would have gone