A tree is a tree
It is naked and
It has no consciousness.
When it cut
It feels no pain
Man of false prestige
Drunkards and they
Can not understand
That they are.
They are living a life of tree
They forget the circumstances
under which they had been punished
And leading the life of trees
And in such way they are suffering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If only have thoughts and emotion... people who live like a tre could have been awaken to life's realities!