A Poem

Sirmu ko Rukh ( A Tree of Sirmu)

You are standing like a hill

For ages and ages 

Bearing storm, heat, and snow

Without moving an inch

Oozing the water from the roots.

You protected me from the heat 

Spreading your arms

I hid under you to save me from the storm

I could see you from the distance

With the eyes full of tears.

Before we harvested the crops 

We offered you the first bite 

When the  evils casted the black magic

We offered you a cock

For the protection of the life and crops.

You were standing like a guard

Looking like a star

My grand grand parents worshipped you

For your favour everywhere 

You were brave and kind.

I am here to hug you with my arms

Cuddle you with my palms

Forgive me, I couldn't take you with me

But you are deep down in me

Before, now and then.