Crawling beneath thy graceful shadows,
I loved sleeping below thy branches.
I knew to climb up thy branches with all my friends
and plucked your leaves without your permission.
I love to live with thy breath of Nature.
Nature nurtures you and me.
I live with all those nostalgic traces of my childhood.
Neither do I see anyone climbing up to play or pluck thy
leaves.
They seem to be cruel and selfish.
Brutish Thoughts finish their existence.
I see those Cains felling trees for no reason.
Alas! The City was built by Cain, as we all know.
Our World is full of Godses and Hitlers;
Cains and Judases fill all sorts of absence of innocence.
I remain with myself but not willing to change for the sake
of anything.
I am cautioned by the History of Our Patriots.
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