Callousness. Poem by Nabakishore Dash
Callousness.
Some men, with their axe and
pruning cutter, came to
cut a big tree near a road.
But the scorching heat of the
extreme summer-noon
made them scared.
They rested under the tree
to escape heat,
enjoyed its sweet fruit.
Inhaled the oxygen,
got solace.
Cut the tree in the afternoon,
indicating our callousness.
I liked how you crafted the poem. The closure lines have lingering effect in the mind of a reader. We must protect trees for the next generation. A great poem. Top Marks! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/20/2025 10:25:28 AM # 1.0.0
A great comment of human nature vs nature Bravo!