One evening a falling leaf laughed on me
Said; I born to serve and served to thee
We have the purpose of birth and death
What purpose do you have? Tell to me!
That was the last leaf of autumn that died.
In front of that tree I stood with naked mind,
When lifted the head, the tree stood nude!
Sprouts were peeping to the dying Guide.
Another week, I stood with surprise
Beautifully clad, tree with its tiny leaves
Called me nearer and nearer and said
We do the work honestly, O you wise.
Another day, came and said O purifier
What you said to me, It's true, but
One thing I must say, you are useful
Dedicated only to us to make a pyre
Before that, we, for our use, misuse
The beauty and bounty of this earth
We the blind Xavier of this holy earth
‘For the power we are the destroyer'
Aftab Alam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/power-the-destroyer/
