A Night

A night, When he was sleeping upstairs, He heard a noise, Someone was weeping bitterly. He switched on the light, And came out, Moon was flashing everywhere, Cool wind was also in motion. He looked at the sky, Stars were twinkling, In the heart of a blue sky, When there were no clouds. He watched every where, He had seen nobody, Old tree was standing in a shadow, In the middle of a lawn. He came back in, And enters into the kitchen, Where he drinks water, And stops for a cup of tea. He heard again sobbing, He came to the window And looked out very carefully, He saw old tree was crying. He came out and went to the tree, And asked his problem, You cut my twigs, I never complain. He said, But today, I don’t know What was in your mind? You cut my soft leaves, That’s why I am weeping.