O’ there they come, I thought I would never see them again, how I
have wept, shed countless leafy tears, trembled, swayed, shook with fear,
braced many storms as they struck and
thought of my Parent Gardeners. Why did they leave me, the world is cruel so
cruel.
O’ my tortured trunk, limbless, disabled, dried,how will they
feel. They are sad at their friends
sudden passing away. They have come for condolence.He was the only neighbor who
kept the lane clean, planted a flower bush outside his house and sometimes
parked his car in my shade. I let him for I knew he loved all plants. I can
never forget how he took a stand against his own father to save me when the lane
was being laid tiled, everyone wanted the trees uprooted but he stood in my
favor.
The same green car which stood in my shade for so many years, I covered it with my flowers and
onlookers said, ‘where is the groom?’ it looked so beautiful with purple
flowers all over it and my kind gardeners let them stay, they never swept them
away…
I remember how lovingly they planted me where my roots are firm
still but I am not the same I will never be…
‘They are standing in front of me, they are sad very sad and I
cannot reach out to hug them thank them for all the loving moments, days months
and years, they shared with me. Some cruel people have mercilessly amputated my
arms, made me disabled incapable of bearing flowers…
How lovely were the sunny days when the kids of the family came
and held me lovingly touched me caressed me and held my flowers with full
smiles, they made me so happy
Now, I am just a pole for a letter box, some consolation but I will not last long now
Now, I am just a pole for a letter box, some consolation but I will not last long now
