Can you lend me a drop?

Md Tanvirul Haque

My trunk is dry and leaf brittle.

I was born as a pebble rattled.

I try and I reach but all I find

Is more cold, hard, cruel, cragged!

Lend me a drop, lend me a lick-

The rays reach me only once a week

My hair survives another day

But I become less green and more grey.

Will the sky pity me and send

Some soft drops? Enough of the fire.

Why don’t I just perish? Flowers cry

They hold on to speckles of red and sky.

This cruel repels pity, hates love;

All it holds is ore of hatred and lead.

Lend me a drop, would you?

You are full of such green and shadow!

In this meadow, why am I left such hollow?