The Agony of a Cut Pine…
written by: Gul Bakhti
The bare naked stature of mine,
Speaks loudly of a huge decline.
YES, stop them from cutting life,
Next, they’re going to cut nine.
Pines’re famous for healing pain,
Men are cutting us for timely gain
We stop flooding we stop erosion,
Isn’t cutting trees, a wealth drain?
At time one can cut an old tree,
Provided, he plants new two three
But cutting a young one isn’t fun,
Don’t be foolish to this degree.
I heard your agony O friend Pine,
I’m resolved to protect you, fine!
Will erect hurdles in cutter ways.
The rest will grow feet ninety-nine
I’m going to work on a new plan,
No tree will feel lonely, forlorn.
Planting trees in all mountains.
Trampling seedlings 
no way,
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE.
Gul Bakhti, a 58-year-old Pakistani is an English teacher and a poet who writes English poetry since his college and university life. A number of his poems have been published in international magazines and English newspapers in Pakistan and Dubai. His poetry book, 'Love the Humans' published in 2017, while his next book is going to be published soon. Gul is an active member of various international poets' groups at present. The theme of his poetry is universal peace and love. Gul is also a member of Toastmasters International organization. Apart from English poetry he writes English quotes, and he writes poetry in Urdu and Pashto, his national language and mother tongue.
Latest posts by Gul Bakhti (see all)
- The Agony of a Cut Pine - January 28, 2025
- Will it Happen One Day? - September 23, 2024
- If I Were Rich… - March 21, 2024
