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THE TREE

Neelam Chandra Saxena

I was
once upon a
time a lovely tree,
flowers and fruits danced
on me. The birds came and
sat on my lap and sang songs
which made my feet tap. My
leaves are drooping now
and frail are my branches and bough. I have heard
that there is no water in the forest. They cut all my friend
trees around. Now the birds do not make a sound. I don’t know
why I was left. That whole night I just cried and wept. The death of
the forest I could oversee. Oh men! How I hated thee! Cutting of
trees is the worst of all crimes. So that you could understand
I sang a hymn. Oh Lord! Once again I pray to thee
let the
human
breed
reflect
 ponder
of the
things
yonder
Saving
plants
is like
saving
human
breed
Oh Lord!
Let them
follow and heed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
     
     
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