I am sorry for they are going to kill you my friend,
My tree.
I thank you for the so-called nudum pactum
you kept with me.
For them it may be nudum pactum.
For those so-called humans,
Who put the blame on trees for their errings;
Take the blame and die thou tree; they say.
My tears won’t suffice to irrigate you
And bring you back to this cruel world.
For you shall migrate to the other world.
I am sorry for I didn’t take action.
But before I knew, humans helped you
with your voyage.
For now, I can wish
that you shall be born with a mouth.
For you can haggle,
And tackle
Those honourable creatures.
Rope has been tied and
Hope has already fallen.
And now, I ask sorry.
Ha-ha, good timing.
But, really sorry.
My brother, it is a sin to be born a tree.
Trees can’t cry, that’s what the humans say.
Humans are blind.
O! forgive humans.
But I know that your pain is painful.
We humans take the gain and leave you free.
Not only because you are dumb.
Doesn’t mean your body is numb.
Thank you, my friend
Not for the goodness
You shared with me.
But for your ever human-loving heart.
Human-loving heart,
O, I think it’s prejudice.
Crows take their last sit;
Enjoying their sight from the tree.
At last, I thank you
For the memories and the
Psalm you left in me.
By: Karthik.S
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