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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