A TREE
A tree,
Is complete existence,
Of human beings,
Of passion and compassion,
An unbreakable relationship,
But whenever you used the axe on the tree,
Then i find my body,
Smeared in blood
A tree gives us air, it gives us shade from heat of day, we have no right to cut it down.
a tree which gives us oxygen- takes every thing from human standing. the language of nature is so simple-yet we are deaf to it-great write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Last three lines are superb...excellent10++++