Lamenting the destruction we humans carelessly bring upon nature, in return for all the good we receive from it until we suddenly hear a wail as if a dead tree speaks to us.




I saw a dead tree

Did it speak to me?

I got lost in it’s rings

Counting the age it was in,

Did I hear a lamenting whisper?

Did it really speak to me?


From the living to a dead friend

I asked in pure silence,

“Oh, how it must have hurt you

Did you scream when they cut you?

What would you say if I could hear your voice in my head?”


“I’m sorry”, I mumbled

From the living to the dead

I heard a voice in my head,

“But I kept you all alive”, it croaked

Oh, what it has said

From the death bed


I saw a dead tree

Did it really speak to me?

I touched its trunk with grief

Bid it goodbye with utter guilt.

About the Author /

Mankirat Randhawa writes poetry and aspires to publish a book one day. Born in the city of beauty - Chandigarh, she is a qualified nurse, who presently adores being a flight attendant. She enjoys participating in poetry contests. Mankirat is a green panther who loves backpacking in the mountains, trusts music blindly and prefers her tea in solitude.


  • vidhi

    September 14, 2020

    beautiful 😍 hope to see ur book soon

  • Sadaf Ahmed

    September 15, 2020

    Very well written Mankirat🥰
    Keep up the good work, a beautiful message conveyed by this poem. 👍🏻

  • Pooja Devgan

    September 17, 2020

    Beautifully penned down. Keep up the great work👍

  • Ajay

    September 22, 2020

    Kudos Mankirat!! Best of luck for the book! Let the green panther in you go wild to get inspiration for your book! 👍🏼

Post a Comment