Hatered Poem by Dr DHANA LAKSHMI

A colossal tree would I have being
If you hadn’t slashed or severed me off…….! !
A rocking chair with absolutely no back bone
And a majestic cushioned chair am i
Seated on me are de clothes and undergarments
Detest do I to be a motionless wardrobe!
I`d hang out as a tree by my self
Whether I was fruitful or fruitless
Damn do I care even
Even if I bore the most venomous fruit on earth
Still i`d love to remain
Remain the tree as I took birth
Wouldn’t I have sheltered the weary travelers
Or the fatigued ones!
Safe guarded the chirrpy birds
Or de humble creepers
Would creep on me till it wanted to creep by my side
But you slashed, hacked and nicked
Every twig of mine
Sophisticated every branch of mine
Into a spineless rocking chair
Till every one forgot that I was a huge tree once upon a time
& here I stand as de stupid rocking chair
Placed me in the centre of your mammoth sitting room
That every one who walked into your room
Rocked me left n right
Where are my little twigs?
Where are my green leaves?
My bud………. My leaves
How I hate
Hate to be
This stupid rocking chair……