Wishful Salvation To Avenue Tree. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I say farewell to all of you friends
My death bell is heard, the sound of an ax
The sound of an electrical powered equipment
To cut my body in pieces, the branches
The beautiful trunks, leafy thick branches
The greenish environment that I contributes
The wood pecker's holes, they made in efforts
I say farewell my dear friends, well wishers
In this road side, middle town I stood
As usual to give and take the friendship
Challenges were many, the nearby electrical lines
The tornado like winds, I withstood
The years passed I grew leaps and bounds
You my friends, called me the friend in summer
You my friends, called me the friend in showers
The rainy seasons, passed in years, winter passed
The years of joy, the years of friendship
In this middle of the town I withstood challenges
I gives effortless helps to the pedestrians
I gave effortless helps to the new lovers
Where someone I heard as calling me the Pimp
Exactly I was not but a silent witness in nights
I gave space underneath to the tea bunks, snacks
I gave support to the lottery stalls to find lucks
I gave shade to the herbal medicine seller
His boasting of magical cures for almost diseases
I knew his tactics, but kept it as my own secret
Because of the humanity that wished and kept ever
The kind heart of a heartless tree that I knew
Then came the survey party to measure my length
Closely observed my girth and valued there own
I knew I am in imminent danger of death this time
I can't withstand this challenge any more
They tells I am aged, and ripe for cutting
And giving excuses, over emphasis on future fall
And the nearby electric line and likely shocks
No one to listen my life existence and qualities
So gentlemen I say farewell to all of you
I have called on all birds that made nests in me
And said farewell and to quit at the earliest
Before the arrival of the wood cutter in morning
They cried loudly and promised to relieve themselves
And prayed for the final salvation of my soul.