Woodcutter Poem by prayash purush

There was a pride on my mind
Taking my work as sweet and delicious wine
For the food and the daily desire
I would never be there in my life further
As i was before
As i am now.



You know me i am woodcutter
There was no any honor
To destroy the nature beauty
After all remembering all those duty
Having to ruined self respect
For my requirements and my desire.



The woodcutter asked the tree
What your desire is?
I want to be a live
To provide you life.






Prayash Paudel Purush