Conquered by the words of procrastination,
I could feel the breeze,
Slapping my leaves,
I already was
Suffering from heat boils
When suddenly,
I felt this parched soil!
This thirst from within,
Which could be felt up to the chin,
Was not getting quenched,
By those gales full of humidity
Cause the humans seemed to be too busy,
‘Ohh! How could they have the audacity!’
I implored a few tubs of water,
To drench my soul completely,
But I wasn’t in the frame of mind,
To beg the mankind more sweetly!
I stretched myself deep down the soil,
And requested my roots,
To not give up, so soon!
But the starving xylems finally said
‘The soil is dried
And we are about to die!’
Mixed up emotions, I took a deep breath.
And then finally, just said!
‘To all the sapiens,
Who saw me dying,
Who knew my importance,
But kept on lying
By pretending to be
The kings of this world!
You are doing nothing,
But letting yourself
Get cursed
By every single tree that collapses with me.
When you choke to death
You will remember me!
Refrain from this mistake
Dear men,
Cause it’ll be too late,
By then!
-Miloni Sonpal
