Green Desert
/The poet is lamenting about the fallen trees which stood on the boundaries of his land for so long.
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I hear the sound of trees falling, the branches breaking
I hear the screeching of the iron wires, surrounding us.
Nails bite on cement logs standing white and tall instead of the green trees
Even grasses near the trees are afraid and they make way for us before we step and trod on them
The trees stood on the borders of our land for decades
Now they have fallen against time
We crave security, and tighten our boundaries
Against the wilderness of the green desert
I only see white cement logs on our boundary now
Fallen are the trees and broken is their branches
All over our land, I see scattered dead trees lamenting and
Weeping for lost greenery
If those tears of the trees tomorrow can make grow
I would be happy today
But in the history of this land
The trees have cried once and have departed; I doubt that anybody will see them cry again.
By Sushant Thapa
From: Nepal
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