My lovely trees, I cry.
“you had been
with me for forty years.
All in an hour
you have fallen
lie desperate
on the ground”.
Green fronds
with heads held high
slide down in a wink
kiss the dust,
The nuts big and small
crash and break,
water spurting out.
I look at all of you
grief stricken
cursing my inability
to protect you.
I kneel down
touch the firm
rooted remains.
I hear a whimper
look around to find
from where it comes,
I could not zero in
perhaps it is from you
while departing
once and for all.
Adieu!
Meenas Poems 