The Weeping Tree Poem by Farzana Fathima

Says, “Its peril on me”

Sounds it “please not”

Smells it the ‘die and decay’!

And it’s me, Green “as you pop’s

The greenly earth, mother Earth.

The Vicious circle arise now

First you charms at me;

Next you, ‘to shelter’

But next “you with axe”

Oh that’s my end, “my bloody end! ”

But now you struggle

Struggle for breath

And now you gave me the space

Space for green, greenly life

But selfish men, Please

Don’t destruct me…

Just to keep vicious still

Weeps the tree… listen…