There was a great banyan tree
By the Hrishyamukh -Srinagar road.
It had sprawling branches over a huge area.Its branches looked like
Grownup trees.On weekdays when I
crossed this road, I would listen to the songs of birds and the eyes saw the dazzling beauty of silver green leaves.
People sat on the roots under the cool shade.Children played and ran around it.
One day I saw some people standing
Around the tree with axes, long saw And thick ropes.They looked like doctors of operation theatre.
Within two days
They cut down the tree into pieces and in the next five days they uprooted the main root of the tree.Within 15 days, a new black road began to run on the grave of the tree.When I cross this road,
I tread the grave of a great tree.
It's my sin, it's my crime.
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