A lonely tree...on top of the hill

bent over itself...facing odd feel

bored and gloomy...asked its shadow

why my world should...be this much shallow?

why does this humor...should make me cry?

why all the answers...make another 'why'?

why I should mumble...to this soft breeze?

when it’s passing ...with the utter ease?

I am on the top…but I am alone

this isolated hill…looks like a death zone!

oh god of green!…oh god of trees!

end my loneliness!…oh please…please!

while it was making…all those questions

and the complaints… and the confessions

it noticed the shadow… for a while had gone

there was no shadow…whit the turn of sun

the lonely tree…was lonely again

even its shadow…couldn’t be remained

a sudden cold wind…whirled through the leaves

left the branches…with sadness and grieves

the lonely tree…sighed in the silence

was wondered again…for the existence

January, 2008