May 31, 2007


Oh! As you know
I am the seed buried by nature
When I will come out?
When your sheath become wet and soft
When the cool air allow me to breath

From these two hands
I will be grown up to;
Many twigs, leaves and fruits
The branches lead to give shade
Leaves help more humid
My give away - the fruits
Will be a fast food for u
After carving the pulp
Your are throwing the seed,
With a spirit of ignorance.

But I want to ask?
After a rest under the shadow,
After a food with my fruits
Have you think about?
How I made that?
Which resources used for ?
You cant think… I know
You may think that,
'How can I see more trees?
With more fruits..'

Oh! I don't be a Tree
With more leaves and fruits
I am praying ; My mother
'You should not be wet and soft
Because I feel …'

Oh! You just assume
I am the seed
Which you thrown away
Why to grow?


1 comment:

സു | Su said...

കവിത ഇഷ്ടമായി. ഇതിന്റെ മലയാളത്തില്‍ നിന്നാണ് ഇങ്ങോട്ടെത്തിയത്.