A lonely tree…on top of the hill
bent over itself…facing odd feel
bored and gloomy…asked its shadow
why my world should…be this much shallow?
why does this humor…should make me cry?
why all the answers…make another ‘why’?
why I should mumble…to this soft breeze?
when it’s passing …with the utter ease?
I am on the top…but I am alone
this isolated hill…looks like a death zone!
oh god of green!…oh god of trees!
end my loneliness!…oh please…please!
while it was making…all those questions
and the complaints… and the confessions
it noticed the shadow… for a while had gone
there was no shadow…whit the turn of sun
the lonely tree…was lonely again
even its shadow…couldn’t be remained
a sudden cold wind…whirled through the leaves
left the branches…with sadness and grieves
the lonely tree…sighed in the silence
was wondered again…for the existence
January, 2008
