Dosyo mai ek pedh hu ek dukhi budha pedh kya tumhe ashchrya nahi hota ki mai itna dukhi kyu hu halaki mujhme jeevan hai lekin mujh me jeevan jaisa kuch dikhta nahi hai tum insano ne mera jeevan dukhad bna diya hai mai tum sab ke liye bhut hi dayalu aur madadgar hu lekin badale me kya pata hu? jab tum chaho mujhe kat ker barbad ker dete ho tum manav har sal kareeb 13 lakh hector jamin per base jangle ko kat dete ho kahi road banat ho kahi parytan ishatal   mai tumhe fal fool yha tak ki kagaj banana ke liye lugdi tak deta hu lein mere aur mere sathiyo dwara kiya gye ache karyo ko yad nahi rekhta hum tumhe hawa dete hai oxygen ki bharpoor matra dete hai jisse tum zinda ho lekin uske badale me tum hamari andhadhundh katai kr dete ho manav tumhare jeevan ka adhar  hum hi hai agar hame nast kr doge to tum sans kaise loge aur mar jaoge tum logo ne hamre parivar ko katna aur nast krna suru kr diya hai ye mat bhulo aaj varsha na hone ka pramukh karan hamari kami hi hai lakho kisan isi wajah se atmahtya kr dete hai kyunki varsha nahi hoti varsha ka karan hum hai aur hamari kami ka karan tum khud ho tumne hame barbad krna suru kr diya hai tum hi btao hum kya kre kaise bache kya tum hamari zindagi nahi bacha sakte kripya khud bhi jeena sikho aur hame bhi jeene do
I am a tree, tall and imposing, standing all alone near the campus of a temple. My life is ever so interesting as, I see a huge spectrum of society, funny gestures of people, and hear all kinds of conversation of the devotees who pass by me.I was not always so huge. As is true of all living beings I was also a long time back, a young sapling with this huge tree within me. At that time I looked fresh and beautiful as all other beings who are young, but, at that time I was of course not so imposing. This is what I have seen about life that, every stage has something good about it.I understand that, I am a peepal tree which just grows anywhere and everywhere. Ever since I was young, I remember several people coming to my root and worshipping me. They would light an earthenware lamp, and put it near my root, say their prayers and go away. This was a daily ritual which scores of people followed at my root ever since I can remember.As I started growing up bigger and bigger, the temple authorities put a two feet wall like boundary around my trunk. This was done to protect me from being destroyed by crowds who thronged to me. Since I am near a temple, I have always had the pleasure of a lot of company daily and, the great honour of being worshipped by scores of believers every day.Now, I am a full grown tree, and that two feet wall has been converted into a broad platform all around me, with my root out of sight, and the trunk also somewhat covered from vision. Here on the platform people sit and say their prayers and relax. At times they also consume their temple prasad while sitting on this platform.Oh, what a wonderful feeling it is to be so loved and cared for and, above all, being so honoured and respected. This honour is given to me as, I understand now that, a section of the Indian society considered me a holy tree to be worshipped. This is why there is so much hype about me and my kin.