The Axe Forgets Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Axe forgets, and soon is forgiven,
Trees, we know, take to no shooting gun,
They pardon human sin,
And keep the planet green—
Poor trees, thankless run a marathon
Like Sun that sets, job done,
Both run a thankless run.
Man's a far cry from Sun—never been,
Nor is he like trees that can't be mean.
Yet, both hope he will learn,
With that hope rises Sun,
Same hope lets trees grow green.
Though no'ne may know how long,
Eternal, feels this song.
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Musings | 02.02.2017 |