This poem is a conversation between a tree and earth.Humans have come to chop a tree which has provided them food ,shade .The tree complains to earth about this fate.
The ever living Martyr
Child:
Mother Earth, I am grateful to you
For providing me Food and Shelter
My time has come
I have given them shade when they were tired
Gave them flowers
Gave them fruits
Couples sat under me
Kids played under me
Watched them, like my Children
Now, they have come
To kill me.
What did I do mother?
Mother:
Never fear my child
They lost their goodness ages ago
They may not make you a martyr
But one day will come
When they will learn from you….
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