As It Passes By Poem by Anil Mahato

Looking at the trees
Looking at the grasses
Looking at the stretched green
As it passes,
That dried tree look like
saying something to me
It looks to me eagerly
as i see,
Seems it is calling me
to sit beneath and rest
such a kind host it is
and i am a bad guest
Going to my destination
leaving it behind
but that dried black tree
always come in my mind,
Standing tall on the rocky soil
and sustaining the scorching heat
should i spare a little time
for that friend to meet,
Every tree as it passes by
seems someone get separated
every pebble that passes by
got dried awaited,
Isn't it my duty to
meet who is calling
it is my feeling to
meet the who is waiting,
May be I am restricted now
but i have a promise
will come to meet you
will come to please....