The Tears Of A Tree. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The old decrepited tree says
With its wisest thoughts to younger ones
I am old enough to stand here
Anytime going to fell or felled
By a sharp axe of a wood cutter
The ultimate end of mine is here
Where I not fear the end
The matter is I stand here
And serve them all who they want
My shades, fruit, and mighty looks
The wind told to the tree
I am not the power to make harm
But I am commanded outside to do my job
May be today or tomorrow or day after
But still there be reluctance to touch you
I witness your service to this world
The earth says in silence
My good tree, you are ever my friend
You recharged enough water to me
You made me fertile by your leaves
You provided the manures in bird's excreta
You allowed the birds to sing beautiful songs
That made my life more enjoyable
The birds told the old aged tree
We will be in tears and homeless
When your life ends in such a way
Anyway we will be in service to you
Hundreds and lakhs of seeds we will carry
This vast world there we will change a forest.