Oh greedy men! Why are you cutting this tree....
who give you life and that is so free,
on loosing a materialistic friend, you mourn....
then why so inhuman for this tree,
who is your own.
Do not you remember the favours of this dear friend,
Travellers repose on its lap, fatigue came to an end.
Cows sit beneath it and squirrels swing on its boughs,
it gives oxygen, by which you children grows.
Trees are homes where sparrows twitter,
pony offsprings of their, here flitter.
What harm do you have, with this sweet friend,
Oh greedy men! Why are you inviting your death...
Go and get a seedling, plant a tree for your wellbeing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem