WOES OF A TREE
My
limbs are free, so vast and long,
Ready
to serve you ever so strong.
My
body is so hard, looks like a drum
Even
people cut me but, I keep mum.
My
roots are so tight, hug the land
I
am so innocent, not depend on your mind.
My
twigs are looking upward at the sky
Roots
downward, peeping like a fly.
Resources
are limited, over use is bad
Never
be a crazy, misuse is mad.
Interdependency
is the gift of god,
Let
others too grow, so straight and bold.
Even
if you cut me, happy to serve you,
When
you never touch, ready to shelter you.
If
you hurt me, I cry like a widow
But,
I am so generous you get my shadow.
Have
the limit for your actions, destroy the anger
Coordinate
the emotions, control the desire.
You
will have freedom to enjoy the nature
But,
you don’t have the right to torture.
By: Gangadhar. Tanakedar
TGT Mathematic
JNV
Kalaburgi, Karnataka
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