For long, the tree cried
And the tears runs like
a river flow, at the bark
and narrow shade from
the eye of a giant trees
In the night and day, a
buried seed will never
germinate, a young
herbs denied to grow
because of the blood
tears pouring from
nowhere,
Insecticide diffuses,
around the corners and
angles, can be seen nothing
but a giant insects sleeping
in the farm yard at the eastern
parlour after the blood rain
seized