Lamentations Of A Tree Poem by Dev Abraham Valliyil

The world is bright, green, and dark,
For Ye, can see me in this lustrous darkness.
Real form was for me with green life,
Fresh with fruits for no fruits
The time came the Light in style
Not for me, but for the Bards
Hugged me in style, hailed my thoughts
For the span vanished, all from me;
Responsibility, the term rests up to you,
Mine in a deformed status.

You had the power, the white power
Not of snow, but of salt
Tortured my mind, suffered a lot
Lost all happiness existed for that time
Wept my leaves in high beam
Stunned the nuts, coz’ of you
Unclothed me, only brightness endured
My lovely Hairs began to flutter
For they knew of the present form,
My innocent Children are dead
Upon my lap in full swing

Still you exists, the power of nature
Destruction, the term familiar to you more;
In anguish, I called you The Power
The Power of Destruction, what creates?
Now you have no chance to transform me
For I’m in such a stage –
No one knows me, who am I
No one observes even, notice me
Nobody wants my fruit
I am alone, till mixed with soil.

Hey, someone calling me
Seems He needs me,
Oh! That’s a Squirrel, courting
They scratched me upside down
The search for a lonely place
For this is the mating time
I’ve no excuses, anyone at anytime
I know this is Ultimo at its fruition

Grateful, only to those sweet words
From me, in ease
Depicted upon the foreign mind
He is my friend, my neighbour and all
Yet you are not aware of him
The style is created here
Eternalised me, and I breathed
For that is my last
Last upon Earth