Cursed Ones. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

We are in the fear of fall anytime
Standing near and dear to pedestrians
Anytime we can be clear felled
Saying drops rain we put through is harming
The asphalt surface of road here
Which makes it costly to maintenance
We are in the fear of ax fall
Any time the cutter will be in his job
The branches are many, shades are spread
Just like a large umbrella to all
People friendly we served here for years
Yet the value of our life is still ignored
The ingratitude of people make us sad
Any time we are prepared for a farewell
But not in just means of justice we think.