Today she met with an accident,
As she lay dying,
people passed by her.
deciding to plunder even her mortal remains.
Robbing her of her torn robes,
and her trinkets- one after the other.
lynching her layer by layer,
a sight to shudder!
Tears oozed through her bruises,
blood gushed down her eyes…
As the road moved on,
oblivious to her cries.
Vehicles blamed her for the traffic jam,
people didn’t bother to pretend humane.
And she lay lifeless, wincing,
in excruciating pain,
shriveling up lonely
in the crowded lane…
No FIR was filed, no help offered,
no sympathy was shown, none bothered.
As she breathed her last that day,
she pleaded to God- her one last say,
“Lord! sprinkle some humanity to the humans,
your compassionate creation, the genius ones!!”
she wouldn’t ride cars,
nor would she own homes,
But wouldn’t she own her own breath?
Shouldn’t she have the right to live?
Even if she isn’t the “fine human”.
Yes, what if she’s a Tree?
The Peepul or the People-
Today, I don’t know whom to pity!!
Once, I sat through a traffic jam in a road blocked by a fallen tree. It was a beautiful Peepul tree that we claimed had encroached unto our road. It was chopped off that day and lay there in the middle of the road, bringing the traffic to a halt. It was huge and people struggled to move it out of the way. They decided to rip it apart branch by branch, to clear it out easily.
They blamed it for the traffic jam it had caused- as if dying such cruel death, lynched layer by layer- was its own choice!
It was such a painful sight. And all I could do was write poetry…
The Peepul or the People- Truly, I don’t know whom to pity!!