.
who will help you then
The wind has some bad news of thy roar
coming from the sun higher it soar,
The
wood of my sliced trunk showed wrinkles
together of ages, fulfillment and progress;
for life grows in increments, a little - little drop
abusing my charity, from near they crop;
From the place you're erect today till the walkaway
my dried leaves and yellow buds nurtured your mushy day;
Man's benevolence took exile, my stature went fragile
to let your son's feet smile, my saplings died;
i blotted the clouds for you and i chased the wind
for dignity of humanity,for thy successors to win
you are dead today surrounded by a little sand,
for they never learnt and kept on saying,
"DON'T CUT THE HELPING HAND"...
Published: January 27, 2007