Poem: Let Our Trees Breathe

TheLivingPen

Hew, hew ,hew

Trees groaned, birds flew,

 As courier of air got beheaded

Not just a green

It kept our society's grin,

Neither a mere tree

it sustained our identity,

A heart of roses and flowers 

Home of scholars,

Where ideas were weaved

where jaded faces were healed,

Let it breathe!

Sell it not, let it be!