Dipy Hermonite


Please Don't Kill Me


On the slopes of the mountains
The pine trees - looking so swell
The breeze through them seems to be singing
The birds look so happy and well
But away in the distance
A lonesome old Tree seems so sad
It seems to be pleading to the fellow
Who's chopping it down with his axe

'Please don't kill me
Mercy mercy
What have I done that you strike me with glee
Oh can't you see
I've been such a good tree
So senor please don't kill me'

But the man goes on chopping
Leading the Tree to its doom
Each stroke from the axe keeps on biting
The sap flows like tears of gloom
Where is God at such moments
When the helpess turn to Him and cry
Where does He go, oh do tell me
When their echoes fade out and they die

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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Its more than just killing a tree! !

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  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (11/15/2013 10:46:00 PM)

    Dis world is not meant to b paradise so God doesnt supervise evrything in d way He wants. He lets man kill n destroy in his freewill so dat he is judged n tested in d next world. So your poem was so great and hardhitting. Both on environmental n human scales. (Report) Reply

  • Delbert Hilling (9/29/2013 1:37:00 PM)

    I wonder myself....? ? ? ? ? where can he be when children so young are sick? ? And this World's evil way's seem to overpower all innocence! (Report) Reply

  • Delbert Hilling (9/29/2013 1:37:00 PM)

    I wonder myself....? ? ? ? ? where can he be when children so young are sick? ? And this World's evil way's seem to overpower all innocence! (Report) Reply

  • Aloke Mukherjee (8/28/2013 12:29:00 AM)

    Yes, it is more than killing a tree! You have conveyed the message effective, the killers inside us is to be killed.
    A poem with good cadence and diction. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (8/26/2013 4:23:00 PM)

    A tree is helpless and cannot go anywhere. Man keeps chopping trees and it leads to global warming. Drought conditions will appear.One keeps repenting later. Beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (8/26/2013 2:54:00 PM)

    You ask the question but will get not a satisfying answer.
    God is not of this world, nor does he reside here.
    This world man has inherited to do as he pleases, and he has and does.
    To kill is a sin, it is a sin to kill, and the killer in you is the killer in me. (Report) Reply

  • Lynne Fincherspringarden (8/24/2013 10:55:00 AM)

    The beautiful tree is one of God's most precious gifts. It embodies the beauty and grace and wisdom and peace and lovely qualities of life. How pitiful that man would choose to cut down such a wonderful life. How ludicrous that mortal man thinks he even has the power to destroy this life. Where is God? God is right there wiping the tears from our eyes and that of the tree. God sees all and knows that the life of this tree is a continuum and can not be extinguished by such a shallow act (axe) . The life God gave the tree will sprout again from root or seed no matter what silly charades mortal man chooses to partake in his/her ignorance. The hope is that one day mortals will let go of their personal egos and realize that the life in the beautiful tree and the life in every creature and in all mankind is the same life we share in God. And that this wisdom will make us more compassionate and allow us to know that all life is sacred and unending. Your gentle poem is full of beauty and love for God's perfect gifts. Bless you. (Report) Reply

  • Mohabeer Beeharry (8/24/2013 4:54:00 AM)

    We need nature.every single tree, every single person in this world. It's not our making its Gods making.
    But as I said In your other poem God gave us a choice.
    We are doing the harm, not him.
    It's our greed and ignorance and cruelty.
    Think down to earth. Man choose to destroy himself.
    Not even God can stop him.
    There are so many gods in this world and they are all giving man a hand to destroy this world and himself

    Keep writing. Keep sending your prayer to the one God.
    He sees everything. He Knows everything.

    Mohabeer Beeharry (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (8/23/2013 7:51:00 AM)

    We have to live and commune with nature. A tree is very important
    to nature its leaves refreshes the air and the fruits that it bears are
    for nourishment. It has many other uses: wood for houses, paper
    to write on, a haven for birds and animals also for helping with soil
    erosion. When one dies its a loss. An inspiring write. (Report) Reply

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/23/2013 6:20:00 AM)

    Where is God at such moments
    When the helpess turn to Him and cry
    Where does He go, oh do tell me
    When their echoes fade out and they die

    the most pertinent question ever! a touching poem, Dipy. (Report) Reply

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