In the fields of green,
amidst the blooming flowers,
stands the Peepal tree,
Its boughs stretch high to the sky,
a symbol of strength and grace.
Its leaves rustle soft,
like whispers in the summer breeze,
Its branches sway free,
a dance of nature's glory,
a gift to all who can see.
In every season,
The Peepal tree stands tall and true,
a beacon of hope,
a tribute to life's beauty,
a reminder of what we can do.
On the contrary,
while surrounded by overpasses and highways,
his relative Peepal is enduring a difficult existence
Toxic fumes emanated by automobiles,
depriving him and his foliage of fresh air
His plea for assistance goes unheard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem