Not It Is A Windfallen. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The wood cutters are busy in cutting
A large tree from city premises
Where it sees, the tree a Neem tree
Full of branches and giving shades
In scorching sun a real relief
Beneath the tree a poor old man
Sat in day times selling curd water
For a petty sum he charged from
But the thirst and hunger far away
People sat in the plat form that built
Unknown man having philanthropic views
Here the old men sat in evening
And shared their views on world and them
There came a shopping mall near the tree
That the tree blocked the visual clearance
For flimsy reason there came the decision
To make modern ourselves, and city clean
The tree must be cut and removed
Papers moved, wood cutters came
The number of trees cut is increased another one.
Only the questioning mind of people saves earth.