TEARS

            Can you hear me? I don’t think you can. There were days where kings gave up their own chariots for ours. There were days where we were loved and we lived in harmony. There were days where our pores felt the sun shine and faced the rainbow. O dear man, can’t you hear my death cry? Are you too deaf to hear my death cry? Are you defiant to spare me? Are you digging your own grave? Did you forget what I have given you? Did you forget what good I have done to you? I ate your dirt and fed you. I faced the heat with grace and gave you a place to repose. You resided under me to protect yourself from the rain. Your inventions put your life at risk yet I saved you and I am saving you from your own invention. I give you rain. I give you fresh air. O ye Man! You cut ours. You fired ours. Everything you have done is for your own good. You think that only humans have the right to make decisions. You think that only humans are living in this earth. We too are sheltering in this unique earth serving you, protecting you and feeding you.  You cut my ancestors to build your huts and they were happy serving you by bleeding their own blood because your needs were justifiable. Today, you cut my brothers for your convenience. You cut ours to expand your roads; you cut ours to develop your infrastructure at the cost of millions of life of ours. You cut ours for your trade. Is that what you want? Are you going to justify your madness? You seeded me, you watered me and you protected me. I have paid back what you have given me. I have nothing more to give you except my life. Take it. I’m all yours now. Let your axe tastes my own blood. Let it severs me. After all, it’s a moulded iron. What good does it know when the man with six senses doesn’t know the difference between good and bad? Swing it. Please do me a favour. Swing it once; only once, cut me into halves in one swing, because you don’t know the unbearable pain I’m going to bear, you can’t hear my cry, you can’t see my tears. Curse fell upon us for eternity. God bestowed us with a miraculous nature. You know that very well. It is “I grow again from a seed and die in your hands”. I’m not strong enough to face your wrath. I’m done here. My last wish “I don’t want another life. Please! Don’t seed me again”. Peace.