I am tree,
But not free
My stem is being;
Cut by forces of modernization
Environmental love,
Sacrificed on altar of commercialization

The gardener who was in love with me
Dates a skyscraper now
The builder gave him a terrace flat
His wife said wow.

It seems all my released oxygen
Went to the woodcutter
Who breathed on me, so that one day;
I could be his slaughter

My roots are competing with
The foundation stone of my neighbor
Who shall get more of the mother earth?
Me or the skyscraper

29 June 2009

Nikunj Sharma

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