A middle-aged couple I see
Stopping to look with curiosity
At a tree by the pavement, grown
Inside Artek Nagar compound.
I am walking in the opposite
Direction, with some parijaat flowers
In my hand, and wondering whether
They are aware it is the breadfruit tree.
The leaves of this tree are different
Full of folds and angles and sharp edges
That I find them best of beautiful foliage
Of all the trees in Bandra East.
By now on my return, I find again
The two, and realize that it is mother and son.
If I can confuse them as a couple
It is absence of watchful awareness.
If I am indifferent to human beings
And their relationships,
Do I have the right to blame persons
Who do not care about trees and flowers?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the full gloom shines with me The leaves of this tree are different Full of folds and angles and sharp edges That I find them best of beautiful foliage Of all the trees in Bandra East.