Decreasing Shade Poem by Siddhant Sharma

Decreasing Shade



Yesterday I saw my neighbour fell down
Cursing men, experiencing sorrow
He couldn’t steal any moment for himself
Nor could he borrow.

If only he had speech,
He would have pleaded to them
Not to kill him for wood
Of his branches or stem.

He would have told them
That he wanted to live
Not for himself, of course,
Not to enjoy, but to give.

I could feel his pain
Oh, that tender young tree
I was filled with tears
And could fill water to someone’s knees.

If only we had speech,
We would have told them
The moments we spent together,
Those priceless gems.

How we gave our fruits to children
How we swayed along the winds
How we got drenched due to rain
How we saw the changing trends.

And then we laughed at new styles,
And thinking why people wore that mess
And had crazy hair styles?
Our life was full of happiness


If only we had speech,
We would have told them
About the anxious night,
When the woodcutter came.

We got sunshine
When we asked for rain,
We prayed to god to help us
But all in vain.

They are cutting us
We don’t know why?
God is angry
And there are thunders in the sky.

I know my end is near,
The woodcutter is at his trade,
Everyone knows about deforestation
But no one can help my decreasing shade.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
C. P. Sharma 22 May 2010

Siddhant, it is a very well structured touching poem. Amazing rhythm and flow in it and a contemporary and socially relevant theme. CP

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