Farhan Akhtar was 18 when he wrote this poem. I happened to listen to him reciting it, on Simi Garewal`s rendezvous (2003). I searched on the internet to find the whole piece of this poetry but it was unavailable so I decided to post it on the web for those who are in need of some burst of thoughts.


You've grown into a fine young tree
The pride of the neighborhood
Standing tall
Flashing green
Home to all your insect friends.

Oh..How everybody loves the tree!

Then suddenly a day appears in pain
An axe chopping through your flesh and blood
You look down
You recognize the face.
Its the man who nurtured you, caressed you.
Its the same man who gave birth to you.

Oh..How he loved the tree!

One final chop
You lye still,dead.
The green fades
The insect leaves
The neighborhood cheers
They get a better view of the sea now.

Oh..how they love the sea! 

The Green Leaf

I wonder when such a dawn would rise

That sees the sparkle in a woman’s eyes

Coz I can’t stand the way she cries

So it’s high time that we be wise

For centuries she was caged by guys

And made to believe all their lies

She wasn’t allowed to reach the skies

But even in lows she dreamt of highs

Her life was surrounded by the spies

Some her own, some other with no ties

Someday we’ll have to pay the price

For all the agony that led to their demise

The green leaves that falls and dies.
-D