The Old Man And The Tree Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

At morning Municipal workers
came and with their saw
they cut the tree.
In the process a branch
fell on the bench below the tree.
A small road with grassy land
at both sides joining
a furlong- long main road.
A row of few benches
ending at the tree.
Every morning old man
slowly walk to the last bench
under the tree.
He never looked up
while walking but after
settling on bench look upward
and watch the tree and
murmur something.
Some people come every day
for morning-walk look at him
and think nothing.
As usual he came with his
walking stick, looking at
the road down and saw
No bench with no tree there?
He just stood there aghast!
He looked above to the sky
and murmur something,
then slowly turned and walked away.
People as usual keep coming
for morning walk on the
little road with grassy
land at both sides.