WEEPING I HEAR IN SILENCE

Oh! They decide to slay her

Yet to live for another hundred years

They are slashing her

Slowly they chop the branches one by one

Where a thousand flowers bloomed in spring

Where charming flies came in plenty

To taste the sweet honey

Where the blossoms bear splendid fruits

Where birds nested and sung in bounty

The branches fall down one by one

On the ground where children played once

Where they sung and waited for the fruits to fall

Where they amused in the shadow

Of the green leaves touching the sky

And gave the brown tender foliage

For the cuckoo couples to munch

Danced in the breeze in gay with the song

Given all profuse fresh air in plenty

Now remains the stalk in height

No branches; no leaves at all

Ready to fall; but still hoping

To live; to grow; to bloom; to fruit!

How bleak the view is!

They start slaying the trunk too.

No other go for her; she is still,

But I hear the weeping in silence.