Trees In Concrete Jungle

I peeped out of the window To see the trees, That line the pavements, Giving shadows and shelter To the needy wretched creatures. Men and animals Together stick under the shade That give relief from the scorching sun. The trees suck the smokes Billowing out of the running vehicles. Themselves drenched in thick dust They look helpless In this concrete jungle Forlorn and lonely among many strangers. There are blaring sounds and shouts of all hues But not a word of kindness People seem as heartless as the concrete buildings. My heart went to the tree Who seemed lost among strangers Being hurt by callousness and apathy of people Who never cared to feel its feeling. In my imagination I held the branch of the tree As if it was the hand of my beloved Bowed and kissed Whispering as if to say Never mind, where ever you stay My heart is with you.