Grandfather and father planted together,
Uriam tree near Nalinad,
May be Asi's dream has passed.
Even in this old age, he is a witness.
My mind keeps dying, without seeing the old skin.
One day my mother told me to cut the tree,
There is no farming in Baridora for the shadow of Bulo.
Father forbidden us to be ′′ Khabardar ′′
The tree planted by my father and I together.
′′ Respect my father and my thinker
Don't hit son ′′!
Nowadays people don't know this three-torpia
Feelings and their wounds.
That day my son called and said,
Papa, should I cut the tree and sell the khoriro?
Mid-day chef at school?
After the death of mother, father and grandfather
This is the penniless tree we are from Newcham
Maybe I won't be able to save.
Purushottam Upadhyaya
Beltola, Guwahati
