Please Don't... Poem by sehdev sharma

When I moved a little forward, with a sharped axe in my hands,
towards 3 years old tree, my move scared that young tree.

It leaves were tossing their heads, with the northerly wind,
stem erected tall, but its branches kneeled down,
as these saw me, standing near its roots.

These branches, looked at me, I looked at these too.
These looked like, the hands of a toddler, folded before me.

Perhaps, these were in the mood, to plea seriously,
not to cut their stem.

I had a deep breath, looked at the altitude of that tree,
saw some beautiful clouds in the sky,
crawling within the leaves of that tree.

I lost in my world. My axe fell near to my ankle,
I felt the pain of the tree, some tears aroused in my eyes.

I folded my hands. I apologize for my mistake.
I promised not be, keep my interests above,
MOTHER NATURE.

Sehdev Shrama
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21-10-2023 16: 28