Not It Is A Windfallen.

The wood cutters are busy in cutting A large tree from city premises Where it sees, the tree a Neem tree Full of branches and giving shades In scorching sun a real relief Beneath the tree a poor old man Sat in day times selling curd water For a petty sum he charged from But the thirst and hunger far away People sat in the plat form that built Unknown man having philanthropic views Here the old men sat in evening And shared their views on world and them There came a shopping mall near the tree That the tree blocked the visual clearance For flimsy reason there came the decision To make modern ourselves, and city clean The tree must be cut and removed Papers moved, wood cutters came The number of trees cut is increased another one. Only the questioning mind of people saves earth.