An Interview With a Dying Tree

The Interview Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco Honorable Mention --------------------------------------------------------------------------- In my talk with a tree, I said, “Sacrifice, thy name is tree; For us, everything of you is free. As you respect our every plea, We find a great friend in thee. For ages you are in our yard, We all, for you, have a great regard. You are as old as our forefathers, You loved all, and all loved you. You know not any discrimination, Be it people, animals or birds. Whoever came to you, You hugged them all equally… Providing shade and shelter. Nothing of you is yours, Be it your leaves, flowers or fruits. Though people pestered you, By breaking your branches and trunks, You have complaints against none. Now, you have become an old one, And are going to die soon. Even your dead body will not be yours, As firewood and funeral pyre, it’s used. Don’t you have any regrets?” As an answer, it humbly replied, “The purpose of my life is to serve… And I’ve simply done my duty.” The Interview Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco Date: 21-06-2023