RED COTTON TREE (When I look outside through my window,I see a Red cotton tree which has shed all its leaves . The sight inspired me to pen down this poem)I see the Red Cotton treeIt has shed all its leavesThere is no green left on its stem.It stands meditatingTotally drowned in a spiritual bliss!The tree has shed its leafJust to save a waterdrop!Colourless and flowerlessAs an indifferent ascetic,It chants the \'Mrutyunjaya Mantra!It announcesThat the hurry and furry of manWould bring no colour in his life!He must learn to leaveNot only to take!When l await silentlyAnd meditate down to the tip of its existence;I see the budding of red flowersTomake a red crown for the wood!To plot the pulse of timeWe have no machines;We have no lever to tilt The route of natural cycles!If you place your skull as a fulcrumto lift time;Beware that you might be crushedYour skull might be shattered!We failed to mould a measuring stickTo scale, planAnd divertThe cycle of natural flows!             **********