AN AXE IN HAND

By: GITI TYAGI

AN AXE IN HAND

Fallen tree or fallen man?
The lush green leaves on roadside lay,


The torturous low the branches bear,
No nest, no nestlings, the bald tree trunk!

Oft to the sky the wet eyes glare,
Is this His creation, the human figure?


The man, the conqueror of time and space, forgot it seems,
He the saviour of earth and earthlings is!

The chirrups, the tweets of the hatchlings sweet,
Faded away in the heartless air,


The branches fell and so did the nest,
How humane a human is left of us?