The Lonely Tree Poem by Renu Beri

A tree stood lonely in the ground,
Sad at heart and briny of eye.
It looked here and it looked there,
No other tree could it see anywhere.

Memories which it could not part,
On its lips a sad smile would start,
Images of many young and old trees,
Vividly in its imagination it sees.

The old tree it would always revere,
The tiny lithe plant it hoped to father,
None were there flourishing anymore.
His life now being lonely and sore.

In his mind's eye he could see,
The beautiful, lively supple tree,
Whose smile would light up his day,
Whose glance made him madly sway.

He saw them fallen on the carriageway,
Naked, helpless, lifeless they lay.
All their foliage rudely stripped off,
He watched them being carted away.

He could not move, he could not shout,
He could not prevent the complete rout,
He could only watch, having no say,
Silently he could only pray.

He was spared. He heard them say,
To be uprooted some other required day.
How he hoped the day would come soon,
To be dead with friends, would be a boon.

"THE LONELY TREE", say the passers by,
Lucky to be alive; all others in death lie.
He shouted his dissent loud and clear.
It's no use. The deaf can't his words hear.