She befriended me
Hugged me
Singing with the breeze
She swung in my arms
I was happy to be one
Among her friends
But today
She swings
But as a corpse
I remain
A mute witness
There is only a breeze
Eerie and vacuous
Sans her song
Please save me
And my daughters!
(On ‘World Environment Day’ this poem is dedicated to the minor rape victims of Badaun (U.P. - India) and the sad tree they were hanged from...)
