The Bonsai.

They looks as a little Bonsai My mother being a large and tall Peepul tree She stood in heights and leafy one The thousands of leaves made the wind How beautiful she looked by everyone The passers nearby slept underneath Here I suffer my life as a Bonsai Without freedom for my growth at all Not to mention, the men comes nearby And wonders my growth as little as bonsai Is it cruel or not you distinguish Is it cruelty or not you opine Had I an opportunity to grow in this world I could have served all in better terms I could have contributed for environment However I am restricted my growth as a Bonsai.