I remember

I remember, once,
I had a human form.
But my actions were,
the most inhumane!

Not a day passed by,
when I had not tortured anyone.
They called me sadistic,
They warned me,
that Karma will get to me.

I had laughed at them
Mocked at their beliefs
I was invincible,
Or so I thought.

But death is inevitable
I never believed in re-births
Until I was re-born myself!
As a tree.

Silent
Unmoving
Indifferent
Goodness is all that I can do
I provide oxygen, food, and shelter.

I need not tell you more,
Karma did have the last laugh!
I remember
And I have repented,
Am repenting,
And will continue to repent,
For every moment of every single day
Of my existence.

NOTE:

According to my grandmother, whom I call Amoomma, there is a legend that says that cursed souls (read: who were horrible in their last lives) will be reborn as trees. A tree can do nothing but good but lacks the many abilities that other organisms have! That was the idea that inspired this poem. 🙂

P.S: And no, that does not meant that we can cut trees! 😛 All jokes apart, we need to save them. For ourselves, for our future generations, for Mother Earth! Here’s what Mother Earth keeps on telling us in her own myriad ways.

This poem was written in response to Michael’s Tale Weaver – #273 – I Remember Once prompt and Sadje’s What do you see # 27 picture prompt. Thank you, Michael and Sadje for hosting these challenges.

The first challenge involved writing our response to the notion of “I Remember Once”. The second involved creating an original work inspired by the picture prompt. As you can see, I have combined both the prompts. 🙂

Do check the links for more information about the challenges and to read the entries by other participants. 🙂

Image credit- Pixabay- Willgard

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