A TREE AND A CHILD

The questions erupting in a curious mind
Are always to be answered calmly…
Leaving them unanswered are a disaster in itself…
Incorrect answers will muddle their intellect

Fear should be weeded out from its origin
Before enhancing the rich soil of intelligence
The mind is irrigated with the qualities of generosity…
The seed of kindness is sown…

The sapling is dormant, still…
The sunshine of knowledge yet untouched
The magic of life touches the seed…
Instills in it the desire to grow…

The first shoot sprouts, breaking the barriers of
The oppressive hurdles of soil,
Receives the warm light of life,
Glimpses the vast-vast world for the first time…

It does not look back at his past,
But his roots are well connected to it…
The water of experience guides him
Through his turbulent path..

The branches reach out towards eternity
In search of the divine knowledge …
The labour brings forth the fruit
It ripens under the nurture of nature…

Alas! The fruit snatched upon by
The hungry scavengers,
The warmth and love plucked ruthlessly…
The work of a lifetime disgraced…

The tree grows on, impervious
To the act of violence
Offering the fruits and flowers of her strive
To the boundless greed of the world…

Implanting its seeds in the
Soothing soil of her home…
To continue the task of compassion…
Till the end of time…

Till centuries, the trees grow,
Untouched by the evil without
Silently bearing the burdens
Thrust upon it by others…

Enlightened is the one who,
Gathering wisdom from the trees,
Is inspired to correct his attitude
And transform his life like the noble trees…