Willin To Be A Tree

Secluded stroll on a lonely field, Barren it was with no yield. Unpleasant gusty winter, Whispering rain, Shouting thunder, As I was free so the nature, Nothing to hide or chide. Wondered I and at my surprise! Seen something shining like eyes. Mind jumped and thought; cobra or rattle? With courage moved ahead, it was a bottle. A 30 ml. corked container of homoeopathy Medicine and some sorts of telepathy Buzzed in my ears, for a while stood like a pup. With glows but took my hanky and picked it up. Smoke like creature in human shape Glowed like LED miniature on a map Signaled me to open the cap. As I opened the cork There was a gigantic DJinny Big face and teeth, like a fork ‘My Master I am here for your wish’ Initially I took it as tyranny Insisted many times repeatedly. “If cannot completed your wish, I am not going to get my freedom” With rabbit heart and like a child Uttered I, solemnly, softly and mild Take out the cruelty from the earth. And put into the heart, a childish mirth. He jumped and stood face to face He grinned and cried, Lord’s grace Please change the wish or put me in Put me in, come on put me in Your are the slave of humanity jinn Put me in. come on rascal, put me in With Cry went he, in the small bottle, . Without cruelty this world be taste less His shout and cry: - No one will worship the Lord I can’t afford, I can’t afford Burry me deep, burry me deep I dug and buried him with cork. Still he comes in my dream and whisper Change your wish and set free O My Master. One day I whispered set me free Put me inside the bottle and dig Near mango tree, I am willin to be a tree Where I can provide shelter and peace To travellers and home to the wings Hidden, I can hear the laugh of children.