Tree o Tree
home to the singing bird
takes you into a unique world
with its wide and broad shoulders
hypnotizes one deep into the woods
offering all the goods
to the mankind
who in turn chops them into pieces
makes pieces of artefact's
only to decorate his ego
come summer he respects nature
come winter he curses nature
man o man that's his nature
blind about the future
where he will be left
with red hot sun above
the avenue of trees
en route his destination
to no where
to know where
we need to take a u turn
and become a human being
blessed will be the human
if at all it happens
in this era of
chopping & chopping
be it trees or human heads
Tree o Tree
will never give up growing
let's not give up forgiving
because they do not know what they are doing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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