David Horsburgh writes about the trees being cut
mercilessly. He sees this action when he
was travelling from Ooty to Mysore. He
describes the wound inflicted on the trees. He describes the scene as “tragic
sight” and the trees as “noble trees”.
The trees are mutilated, young branches are ripped mercilessly, they are
crippled and some have died completely.
The poet says that these trees were planted by noble souls
like Visveswaraya, a true architect of Mysore and Ismail, the son of Abraham
and he asks them to come from their dwelling place, that is, Heaven and witness
the effects of the good deeds done for humans.
The word Human is used with a question.
He then states his helplessness by saying that let them enjoy
cutting, hacking and use it for cooking or use it for holy purpose.
In this poem, the poet has personified the trees, the poem
is written in broken lines. This states
that the poet was broken up entirely on witnessing this sight.
