Willin To Be A Tree Poem by Aftab Alam

Secluded stroll on a lonely field,
Barren it was with no yield.
Unpleasant gusty winter,
Whispering rain, Shouting thunder,
As I was free so the nature,
Nothing to hide or chide.
Wondered I and at my surprise!
Seen something shining like eyes.
Mind jumped and thought; cobra or rattle?
With courage moved ahead, it was a bottle.
A 30 ml. corked container of homoeopathy
Medicine and some sorts of telepathy
Buzzed in my ears, for a while stood like a pup.
With glows but took my hanky and picked it up.
Smoke like creature in human shape
Glowed like LED miniature on a map
Signaled me to open the cap.
As I opened the cork
There was a gigantic DJinny
Big face and teeth, like a fork
‘My Master I am here for your wish’
Initially I took it as tyranny
Insisted many times repeatedly.

“If cannot completed your wish,
I am not going to get my freedom”

With rabbit heart and like a child
Uttered I, solemnly, softly and mild
Take out the cruelty from the earth.
And put into the heart, a childish mirth.

He jumped and stood face to face
He grinned and cried, Lord’s grace
Please change the wish or put me in
Put me in, come on put me in
Your are the slave of humanity jinn
Put me in. come on rascal, put me in
With Cry went he, in the small bottle, .
Without cruelty this world be taste less
His shout and cry: -
No one will worship the Lord
I can’t afford, I can’t afford
Burry me deep, burry me deep
I dug and buried him with cork.

Still he comes in my dream and whisper
Change your wish and set free O My Master.
One day I whispered set me free
Put me inside the bottle and dig
Near mango tree,
I am willin to be a tree
Where I can provide shelter and peace
To travellers and home to the wings
Hidden, I can hear the laugh of children.