Promulgating to grow
by implanting me in a nice place,
filling sand in a small polythene cover,
you saw that only my root is buried!
Everyday you show me in sunshine for a while,
thinking that I might be stolen in the
midst of your hustle-bustle work,
You never failed to shift me indoor!
While coming after purchase,
you were holding tight, keeping me
between your legs in the scooter,
I liked to grow in your house!
But, to prove the rule that no tree
will flourish in a house of a person
who doesn't know to show kindness
to a child, I scorch and die!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem