Tending To Fall This Bald Tree

Who are there you catch, This bald tree is tending to fall, As no leaves are there in tree No greenness is witnessed, As few leaves counting from One to seven, fourteen to forty-two From two to twenty, No one can count now less than no, Either leaves have fallen down Or these are deactivated within trunk, But tree is drunk and shrunk, Its intention no one understands, There is no cyclone or storm, No heavy rain or earthquake, No one is pushing or pulling, But the bald tree is tending to fall! Who are you there you check, You are one bearing fourteen branches, Or you are fourteen bearing one branch, Or you have four hundred or Fourteen hundred branches, Naming each branch with a fictitious dream, But here we see one bald tree And many branches of its have no charm, There is no sunny day is seen, Still trunk and trees have dried, No truck is coming to take, But seeing the green garden around, Jealous bald tree is producing sound, Just like deep dark cloud roars But it does not rain, if wind takes away, Just like shouting goat But it does not fight just tricks head, Just like a coward kicks stones But he cannot throw even a small mountain, Just like a broken mirror Which cannot give you exact image, The bald tree is tending to fall! Around the green environment The bald tree is alone, Watching each green face of green trees, The tree wants to fall down on green grass, Just to regain little green water From the stagnate water flowing in Rusted and nasty drain present near, Still with hope to become taller, Bald tree is falling down to dream! © Kumarmani Mahakul,03 October,2020. All rights reserved.