Melancholy Of Tree Poem by Mahfooz Ali

It cries to me the tree

Asking let me be,

like a human you see

Mourns grew loudly,

of pain and poverty.

That society inflicted severely

Why can't we live graciously, for our God almighty?

Treating them kind and tenderly,

so they could be around for eternity

Maintaining, surviving beautifully

But branches of sadness still growing wildly

Trying to escape the world's cruelty,

instead it withers away quietly

And the picture is now gloomy,

for I can't see my precious tree

Some day it will be able to grow freely and be happy

Reminding me of myself, all the pain I felt

My heart was the stem,

each branch was connected to a problem

Ridges on the tree representing my skin,

all the times I tried to grow

But my dreams were stunted,

like an animal I was hunted

Chopped down, making no sound as my body fell to the ground

Asking for only one plea,

to wash away grief

In each wave of the sea,

letting our conscience be filled with purity

As rain falls protecting it safely,

stopping the cries of the trees...............