Man Under Tree

Man under tree World can never be same As we claim And maintain It never wants pain We may have greenery inside The world may be seen very wide with colorful inception But we lack perfection And marred by our own action It is illusory function That keeps us in confusion We are nowhere near But drift with fear Some of us come out with novel way Suggest things in different way But reality throws them away And bring feet on ground to stay The ripe fruit shall not fall directly in mouth Even if you wait till last breath For that you have to make an attempt And render the action prompt