A child dug the soil
Planted a seed
The rain came day by day
And made it a tree
It bore many fruits
The huge branches gave shade
To many unknown travellers
Who walked all night and day
One day the child came
As a young man of twenty six
Touched the tree and asked,
"How are you doing my pal?"
Lo and behold!
The mighty tree spoke
The man was shocked
He fell down with a thud!
The tree spoke softly
To the young man,
"My friends are all dead,
hence I'm sad"
"Thanks for giving me life,
I gave a lot but got little
I don't ask much, young master
Stop destroying my loved ones, kind sir."
The man's eyes filled with tears
His heart filled with shame
To be a self-centered human
The rulers who didn't care!
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