Standing tall, lush and green;
Is wonderful and beautiful
With leaves of majestic green
So close to my window sash
Stirring all day to pretty tunes
Splashing and fetching breezes
Along the window to heavenly bliss
I watch him sway and say
That he wants not to leave the sash
Come what may till the last day
And I wish him so and bless
Also sigh, murmur and whisper to stay
And the following day
The Sun shining bright
And the birds nowhere in sight
Curious I went outside
Only to see branches lying dead and still
Only to hear the last leaf wailing
And screaming, save me please
Not from the wrath of autumn, who is beating
But from the clutches of human being
Who is killing……….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hear this plaintive song of the tree! Indeed it is a heart wrenching lament! Man cuts down trees indiscriminately! The autumn season may cause to shed its leaves, but the axe wielded by man destroys the tree completely. How many realize that a tree is a blessing to man, birds and animals! I see this poem as the lament of not only a tree but also a tree lover!
Many many thanks.....Valsa.......I am humbled