The Bonsai. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

They looks as a little Bonsai
My mother being a large and tall Peepul tree
She stood in heights and leafy one
The thousands of leaves made the wind
How beautiful she looked by everyone
The passers nearby slept underneath
Here I suffer my life as a Bonsai
Without freedom for my growth at all
Not to mention, the men comes nearby
And wonders my growth as little as bonsai
Is it cruel or not you distinguish
Is it cruelty or not you opine
Had I an opportunity to grow in this world
I could have served all in better terms
I could have contributed for environment
However I am restricted my growth as a Bonsai.