This Rain Poem by Sabyasachi Sharma

Amid every rain,
each drop that drain,
of my leaves entrain,
the glow of this quenched land.

But this very rain,
each drop that drain,
depict the state of my pain,
for the inevitable ordain,
to carve a way with crane,
of my trunk in disdain,

Here i stand,
witness to hoary legends,
of men who came and went,
despondently i wipe for this human band,
for its sensate demands, ,
have tousled up my entire land
to pave a way for its edifice brand.

Here i pray,
to my lord in dismay,
as they have disowned me today,
for their concrete trees underway,
may my sacrifice pay,
to teach men who went astray.