They felled a huge tree.
Some Druid feared that it had an afterlife
and it sleepwalked at night
but it was me.
My tracery
my shade.

Beyond the sounds I had landed
here as a seed.
Today I am visiting my ancestral home
my walls and my soil
I am I was.

I am in every tree
every tree was me
a mute, silent submission of learning
the first translator of nature
the sculptured journey in time.

Destruction and eternal fall
I want not to happen
still it goes on
masterpiece of death.

Satish Verma