PLEA FOR LIFE - A HEART'S CALL

Children play at my feet,
Hurling stones at the fruits so sweet.
The pain of the stones I endure,
For the love they shower that I secure.


My branches grew to the sun,
And so deep did my claws run.
I am indebted to the Mother Earth,
For her contribution to my growth.


Alas! One day he came,
To strip me off my name.
His cruel axe gleamed with pride.
It took my mom on her final ride.


All the birds at once did flee,
For the woodcutter showed his prowess on me.
Each a stroke, my limbs did fall,
Never a single cry did I call.


My age old breath did at once cease,
To evolve into a vile ash, worth a ten rupees.
Who is answerable to my heart's call?
You, you and you all...