There were times I lived among Dark and light leaves It was at Waynad I was blessed to live among Dark, deep leaves Most romantic time In my life with nature, Where we feel Seasonal varieties With coldness of water There at times Snow drips at morning There I had a tree Quite big, thick with dark leaves My trustful companion Both lazy and busy times Once it was cut Out of its owners economic tight Sure, it was in his plot Then what about Me and birds around it? Actually we were very close to it Had he ever looked at it? As lived far away from it Then I had some serious Questions on ownership Had he really the right to assassinate That big tree of mysterious dark leaves Just for his silly, stupid needs?