Told by a tree how he suffered
In the hands of men and animals
When he was a sapling goats did
The maximum damage to him
Nearly he was uprooted by the hair of his head
Then he was eaten up and broken
Into several pieces, next were the feet
Of human beings rubbed him against
The soil, one upon another came all
The dangers but I withheld all as
The spirit of to be alive was strong
Every kinds of torture I suffered
Even my tears became their medicines
The pain we go through is the same
Like all animals but unlike men
As we do not shout or wailing
And men suppose to understand everything
But silence and considered deaf as
Nothing they hear without sound
And totally stoic and criminally indifferent
Until pain is inflicted directly upon them.