Loneliness Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

Yonder, is the big banyan tree
With many hands to support
Or a Palmyra tree
Without any hand to report
Though in grove, it is nothing but loneliness

Yet, whenever, the moon appears, shining over the sky
Yet, whenever, the gentle breeze comes dancing over leaves
The moon feeds me with a cup of milk
The breeze speaks with words made of honey.

I lay my roots down and down the earth
With my head held high.
Underneath, only the heaps of human waste
All over, stinking
So, my head always towards the sky
Looking beyond.

Like the head of a plant
Like the blade of a grass.

Before I pass out of this universe
with my last breathe
Let me have a bite of the piece of star
To crack