OLD LADY

Once there lived a good old lady,

Who kept planting trees, on the footpaths

Frequently they did not grow, but died,

For reasons unknown to anyone.

A young man seeing her repeated struggle,

Dared to ask her, “You are so old and frail

Why struggle for a tree, which is not growing?

And definitely, you won’t see it big too”

The lady smiled and said, “Since a few

Old people like me; planted trees everywhere,

Which young like you, cut off for your development,

There is still rain, and water for you and your kids

And, you are still solid alive, today to stand here

Dare to ask questions, to old ones like me!”

His head hung in shame as she continued her work