They Too Cry Like You And Me

Mother tree cries

When we sometimes tear

And sometimes peel off her offspring

In front of her eyes     

Mother deer cries

When occasionally for self-centered pleasures

We take the life of her mute child

They too cry like you and me

The only difference is that

We are blind enough to see

Only some have that persona

With which, despite being really blind

They see the things which go beyond eyesight

The compassion a mother has for her child.