“THAT TREE”

Absorbing the slush and mud, I felt

Beautiful flowers bloom up till the sky,

I derive my nutrition from my roots,

I am the substance of the heal thy flowers

Burning sun turns the earth barren,

It sucks water from the small plants,

At the time I spread greenery,

I fight with the flames of the sun,

and spread calm and relaxing shade.

Throughout dawn I stand alone uncovered,

I give everything that I can offer.

Even during the deep darkness,

I stay by every single person who needs me.

Neither am I a great personality nor small,

Nor do I have a life of my own.

Neither am I harmful to someone,

Nor do I expect anything in return

I provide everything that is necessary,

Give, giving, given, One day I will be dead

I am a fragrance that will remain even when

I am no more,

Unlike you who will die and the stink of your death

will remain lingering around

forever and ever

Kannada Poet: P.T Narasimhachar

Hindi Poet: Manjushree Menon

-RABIA ABUBAKER AND YAMINI A.N

Kristu Jayanti College