A Poem by Archana P K

My emotion, to the death of a dear tree


Fools . .

They killed it, killed it completely

A mission on destroying that,

Was completed successfully

How they decided it was dead

Did they checked its pulse rate or ECG?

Did they felt the heart beat stopped?

Who would on this earth permit them to decide blankly it was dead


Fools, foolish 100 more than a*s

Fools, they personifies themselves as the doctors appointed by nature.

Fools, self-attested as dictators of dead.

Fools, living their eyes open, Brain lost.


That was just a cyclone and

Of course, Varadha made fallen many

On the streets and walls.

Of course, Varadha uprooted and thrown

Many trees on vehicles


But who on earth believe that a myth says

‘ A cyclone drew a tree to coma stage or dead stage’

They believed, yes that fools believed


A cyclone, of course Varadha flew the leaves of that tree

Yes now (no then, now it is not there) it seems no leaves, dry

  But they also should consider that, this is winter season,

 Followed by autumn

Trees will shed their leaves, no matter if Varadha came or not

God give no analytical brain to them.

Sad of that tree.

Fools, living on their eyes, but brain lost.

They saw the tree dry,

They saw it leaves none.

They believed Varadha killed it.

It was dead then. (Actually now)

They did its funeral today.

Cut it and chopped

Actually today was its death

Not, then not at least the moment before the axe had touched its bark.

            RIP friend, sorry for the fools act





© 2016 Archana P K

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Added on December 22, 2016
Last Updated on December 22, 2016


Archana P K
Archana P K

Chennai, India

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A Poem by Archana P K