There is a plastic bottle,

Empty of its poisonous cola,

Hanging from the grill of my bedroom window.

I had filled it with mud and planted a seed.

 

A look through the window sunk my heart.

Unlucky crushed bottles

Choked around the bark of a banyan tree!

Dear Tree, do you remember

Your brothers and sisters who were chopped

To become tables and chairs

In luxurious homes?

 

The banyan tree did not answer.

Yet, I could feel its loss

Probing into my barren soul

Like thirsty roots.

My heart danced along with its

Heart-shaped leaves.

I took a breath and the oxygen it gave out

Filled my lungs with life.

And then I felt the divine love

Of nature filling my soul.

 

When I opened my eyes

I saw

A green leaf sprouting

From a plastic bottle,

Empty of its poisonous cola,

Hanging from the grill of my bedroom window.

©Denvor Fernandez

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