One evening a falling leaf laughed on me <br /> Said; I born to serve and served to thee <br />We have the purpose of birth and death <br />What purpose do you have? Tell to me! <br /> <br />That was the last leaf of autumn that died. <br />In front of that tree I stood with naked mind, <br />When lifted the head, the tree stood nude! <br />Sprouts were peeping to the dying Guide. <br /> <br />Another week, I stood with surprise <br />Beautifully clad, tree with its tiny leaves <br />Called me nearer and nearer and said <br />We do the work honestly, O you wise. <br /> <br />Another day, came and said O purifier <br />What you said to me, It's true, but <br />One thing I must say, you are useful <br />Dedicated only to us to make a pyre <br /> <br />Before that, we, for our use, misuse <br />The beauty and bounty of this earth <br />We the blind Xavier of this holy earth <br />‘For the power we are the destroyer'<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/power-the-destroyer/
