<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555962" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hill slope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down on the hill slope a tree was there with flowers on it, <br>Season came and season goes, <br>it remain there with shade and fruits to give, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Small wood pecker or big owl, <br>all were there as it was there home to live, <br>One day a wood cutter found it useful to him, <br>he thought it to cut and takes its wood to sell in city, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">birds and squirrel on tree helplessly saw the tree, <br>they tried to make noise, <br>but it didn't affected the woodcutter in the need</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he cut down the tree to take the wood, <br>the tree on hiill slope became log of wood, <br>weak protest of bird and animals, <br>on it was not enough, <br>to save the tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tree full of life became silent as saying what was my fault, <br>is it only there right to live, <br>but yes its true only humans here, <br>are powerfull and can do anything to live and win, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hill slope became barren and dry like desert<br>poor tree however it was home for many<br>didn't found the place on to live on earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the reason it don't understand<br>why it is weak and meek.not able to<br>survive and get its right to stay alive to give shade and life to others.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hemu+Gupta">Hemu Gupta</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=555962" data-title="Hill slope de Hemu Gupta" data-description="Down on the hill slope a tree was there with flowers on it, Season came and season goes, it remain there with shade and fruits to give, Small wood pecker or big owl, all were there as it was there home to live, One day a wood cutter found it..."></div> </div> </div>

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