Theme: Environment

Murder of a Tree

My heart bleeds at the uprooted tree,

Lying flat on the ground,

Weeping at its woeful state,

Assailed by the cruelty of Municipal Corporation's bulldozer.

Tears glistened in my eyes,

When I witnessed the desiccated tree.

I nurtured the sapling like an infant,

Growing steadily, transforming into a majestic tree.

Yellow flowers bloomed on its branches.

I felt gladdened, when devotees

Plucked these flowers early in the morning,

To offer to gods, divine blessing.

The tree is dying a slow death.

Some leaves have wilted,

Others are slowly wilting.

Some still retain greenness.

The sighs and the agonized vibrations of the dying tree

Reach the nearby trees,

Who vow to take revenge on decimators

By blooming at a double speed,

To reclaim the lost territory of their brother. 


More By  : Prof. Dr. Sagar Mal Gupta

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Great poem. I like trees.

Randy Johnson
04-Nov-2023 17:00 PM

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