The fall
-Priyadarshini Keerthisinghe
An old Mara tree of a campus Fell to the axe
Long time ago when it was a plant They nurtured it with great care When they came to cut it down It looked at the sky for Mother Nature’s help
But it saw only the sky and the clouds
It remembered its roots
But they were all underground It had a dream of many seeking its shade
In the years to come
Now, everything was over
It had no arms to fight back
It came down
A young university student Got caught to a terror gang in the eighties
He was unarmed and so was helpless
He pleaded with them Reminding them of loving kindness and compassion
But it was all in vain
He called out to the divine powers above
But there was no one to hear him His cry of agony of his brutal death
He had a dream of creating a just society for all
But it was not to be
He was brought up with difficulty But with love and hope
In his journey from baby to man Now everything was over
For him and the Mara tree
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