
Beneath the soil, a secret seeped,
A chemical poured, the roots it reaped…
The tree, once mighty, with branches high,
Quickly began to wither, leaves to die…
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No vigour left to send life’s drops anew,
Its blossoms faded, and colors withdrew…
Days slipped away, its power waned,
A lifeless trunk was all that remained…
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Not aged by time, nor nature’s hand,
But felled by humans’ cruel command…
For money they claimed its sturdy wood,
And left it lifeless where it once had stood…
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Birds had flown to new homes elsewhere,
But a pair stayed behind, in silent prayer…
They thought that the mother tree was down,
Yet hoped it would heal, thrive and carry-on…
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But hope was shattered by a man’s axe’s bite,
As he relentlessly struck the tree, in the sight…
Weary, drenched in sweat from his tireless blows,
He hid in the shade of the half-cut tree below…
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The birds watched on, with hope anew,
Perhaps he’d spare their home, with a clue…
But ungrateful, he relentlessly went on,
Their hearts now broken, hope was gone…
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They sprrad their wings and soared afar,
To lands where swaying trees still are…
A haven where verdant hues and life are abound,
With no trace of the harsh humanity around…
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–Kaushal Kishore
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