Another day, another tree!

Another day, another tree

laid down smirking at me, right end of our street,

me who had, utmost, no bond either with any!

Another day, another tree

whose woods piled up for free,

dogs barking, chirping bids muttering at the goons,

who feed cruelty to their minds by axe and saw, so we see!

Another day, another tree

bushy branches shed, roads been blocked, no matter!

Anup uncle takes a cut adjusting to his seat

through the remaining portion of the lane

but where could he pass if nothing left to breathe!?

Where could 'YOU' pass if nothing left to breathe!!?