The Cut Trees Poem by Akhtar Jawad
The Cut Trees
The trees who were dancing in the rains from the clouds,
Cut and put under sun and moon, without the shrouds,
Mercilessly seasoned in the hardships of the nature,
Wrote many stories before being mended in furniture.
The story of changing weathers they wrote on their stems
I see them everywhere in the manmade selfish realms
They watch how the doors we open and how we close
Sitting on a chair the behavior of hips they can prose
What we do on our beds and with whom we sleep at night
They know the wrong we did and they know what was right
They know how much money put in the drawers came as bribe
The currency is local or foreign everything wood can inscribe
Today man is reading the past in the writes on the stems
Tomorrow he will read our private lives in the dirty realms
Machines will be invented to convert their writes into speeches
Wood's recording all whether pure showers or the acidic leaches.
Gosh! If they really invent a machine like that many people will be put to shame! But I do want such a machine invented to know the long stories of the plants about how they lived and died. A powerful message to prevent cutting of trees nicely composed!
excellent environmentalist writings - They know the wrong we did and they know what was right They know how much money put in the drawers came as bribe .... Machines will be invented to convert their writes into speeches Wood's recording all whether pure showers or the acidic leaches ///// thanks for this type writing 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A one of a kind write. Powerful and wonderful. The Poet has gone beyond the realm of imagination. Simply amazing well crafted write. Yes, the cut trees are the silent witnesses of the intricacies of life.10+++ Onto my Poem List.
What a magnificent TREES poem JA ji... If machines are introduced to translate their witness there would be no need for politicians and joblessness will increase who will humans then fleece no not the trees they will still only help burn human bodies leave no traces let man alone be witness to his self wrought disaster for himself having turned himself into a monster slaves we will become soonly let the AI guys think coolly
I feel two lines here most impressive.... cited as.....The story of changing weathers they wrote on their stems/ I see them everywhere in the manmade selfish realms Brilliant poem with touching expression.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wonderful poem about trees and how ruthless man is..10