An uprooted tree came in my dark vision,
It was extremely sad and pensive,
I asked it a simple question about the modern civilization,
But it gave me a very complex answer
Silently though........
Which uprooted my creative voice
In the worst way,
I remained completely standstill,
No hope.....
No expectation for me,
Utter darkness suffused
Inside and outside,
Eventually I realised the ultimate truth,
As my devastated inner self became deeply entangled with
The pain and plight of the uprooted tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem