A tree speaks
Black or nutty brown,round or oblong
Whether farmers’ dutiful hands sow
Or blown by wind’s thrilled flow,
Or low lying until weatherd by climatic
Shifts to germination, these seeds
Underground are calm to Sprout
Above ,exposed to the warm sun, like
Proud siblings, spread into multi branches,
Sturdy twigs and leaves and fruits
to cure thirst and ailment of many:
many passersby take rest under this
shady nook and corner and sleep till dawn
to do business and play games .
Birds have no discrimination and rule
their roost all over leafage.
Crows and pecking birds, parrots
sing duets becoming our pets.
But, one day in the pretext of deforestation,
We are felled and gone.
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