Feeling Of A Tree When Being Cut
Feeling Of A Tree When Being Cut2 mins 15.2K 2 mins 15.2K
In this thankless world stood a caring tree
Giving shelter to this world selfless as you see
But man found it worthless, said it is wasting a piece of land
And thus it should be cut down, with an axe in his hand
With first stroke the poor tree cried
All the days of sacrifice were flashing up his mind
The first tear which fell on the hand of the woodpecker
He was startled at that sound, asking what was the matter?
The tree replied to him, it's me the tree you are cutting
Not amused by the talk, woodpecker again started cutting
The tree said, o my dear friend please do hear
For a little while, please be all ears
All these years around, I have been standing here silent
With no desires and demands, seeing this world so resilient
I gave you the shades when that sun was cruel to you
You bothered not giving me water, I didn't complain to you
When it rained , you protected yourself under me
But never took notice when I was withering , that little care to tender me
I gave you the fruits, after which you did smile
You did hurt me with stones, did I say anything meanwhile
You shared emotions under me, and I kept all the secrets
Then you carved my barks, did you ever had regrets?
You polluted the air, I was there to clean it
You always talked about greenery, did you actually mean it?
I brought you those rains, for which you thanked god
Did I ask for a thank, did you ever noticed me o lord?
I stood here silent, giving shelter and comfort
Today you are going to kill me and asking my worth?
Be happy and use my every piece of wood
Which I know you would
But never ask a tree of its worth
Because one on this earth
Is with might of that kind
Who can tell a tree's worth to this thankless mankind.