TREE STUMP

TREE STUMP !

I see with no envy

Rather I observe with a smile 

The passers by

Wondering at their calm and indifference

Often making some sympathetic comments

At my state of decay

They sure miss my whisper and my agony

I faced the torments of thunder and rain

I survived long enough 

The passage of time 

Witnessing many stories and songs of bliss and melancholy

I never regret my past present or future

It is destiny that left me as a neglected log

My past was glorious

My present and future too hold a meaning 

My spirits fly high

When a running child ahead of his parents 

Rest for a while making me his chair

I know one day 

I will be confined to flames extending my warmth and light 

Those elderly shivering hands coming close in search of light and warmth 

So as to survive another cold night

Often collecting coal and ashes 

With a heartfelt thanks 

Yes, I am the stump

That gave shade with my green and wide canopy