Ecology Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I remember
How had our father been
Never letting us
To chop off and cut the branches
Of the bela tree
Breaking the tiles
Of the roof
Of the rented house

I remember
How did the ripe wooden fruit
Fall on the head of the mother
At the hearth underneath sliding
Through the twigs and green leaves?

A Siva tree,
A bela tree, a fruit tree
For others
As they eat it
The fruit,
A religious tree,
Do not cut you,
Cut you,
Said he,
Said
Without taking to our words,
They way reasoned we
And took to in a stubborn way!