Man cries, cries in the same way
An animal or a plant, once I was
Told by a tree how he suffered
In the hands of men and animals
When he was a sapling goats did
The maximum damage to him
Nearly he was uprooted by the hair of his head
Then he was eaten up and broken
Into several pieces, next were the feet
Of human beings rubbed him against
The soil, one upon another came all
The dangers but I withheld all as
The spirit of to be alive was strong
Every kinds of torture I suffered
Even my tears became their medicines
The pain we go through is the same
Like all animals but unlike men
As we do not shout or wailing
And men suppose to understand everything
But silence and considered deaf as
Nothing they hear without sound
And totally stoic and criminally indifferent
Until pain is inflicted directly upon them.
A great message. Every one of us hurt others or will be hurt by, knowingly or unknowingly. But unfortunately neither the silence nor loudness is heard, coz it needs heart to hear not the ears!
Fine! With all difficulty only, the tree grows. But at any stage, it can be cut by men!
a beautiful write. everything lives even the plants and trees. so feeling they must have.
If tree could speak this is what it would say. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
.... a beautiful write.... loved the message you gave in this poem... wonderful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well crafted metaphorical poem.. Reading this piece of yours reminds me of those who are exploited day in and out. Last line is correctly directed to those who exploit. Great