A Big Curse Day
Among the follies of mine
Born out the best of the worst
Calling itself a curse
Doing the deed of killing a plant
Enemy have I become to you O mother
Forgive my mistake!
Great indeed are your resources
Helpless now they are
Incinerated under my lust
Knowledge has betrayed me
Like it usually does in caring for you
Mute shall not my soul stay
Never again will I do this Big Crime
O mother I shall
Promise to pay
Respect to your wealth
Such that it shall stay
The treasure saved for the brighter day
Undoing every jab on a tree
Very humbly I say
With one resolution to see
X-ray of the sun
Zealous I remain to plant and not to pluck.
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