Acerbic Tears
Our neighbour has bought a big car
Big and tall as their Neem tree
Their Neem tree is happy being shading..
Their big car so could be parked under her shade
I'm a daily watcher of that Neem tree
In touching distance how wide she branches
I wonder at her capacious space for birds
Those birds' medley of a harmony every morn
This morning when those birds woke me
It was unusually a pensive medley of ruefulness
I heard sounds of axe and saw
And that was for a big space for the big car
Now Neem is gone right in her top blooming season
Felled to logs and pieces and trucked away far
How many years she took to grow
How many years still she would have been alive
Vacant space is still waiting for the big car
People around hope and pray
Somewhere in a secret niche
A bit of a Neem root is alive and resurrects
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