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Trees have no mother,
Not a sparrow
Not a breeze
Not a moon
Not even a lightning speak to them
In rains
Trees sing,
When the sky stops down pouring
Trees moan
A tree in Life
A tree in Death
A tree in the heart and brain
A tree on the tip of the pen
Trees on the scrolls of papers
Woods disappear
Trees remain;
Sheer individualism!
Trees have their own limbs
They see, hear, smell, and embrace
Trees are a dream
A sorrow
Revenge
A hunger
Still I know
Trees were born
Not from the womb of mother.
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* Translated from Malayalam
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