Forest of Life

While going through my journey,
I saw many trees on roadside.
In fact, that was a path between forests.
Trees and trees on both sides of road,
Standing in a row, one after another,
And many more behind them.
I thought to take a pause and explore
The breathtaking artistry of God.
How did he put all these in this fashion?
Is it just some normal thing or anything else?
There must be many more like these, i suppose.
And, we cut them down to make houses for us?
How reckless we are? Did they not feel pain?
But, had we not done this, then what?
These chairs, table, furniture, windows, doors
And all those elements of comfort,
How would have been our life without those?
Still, how logical was it to make them sacrifice?
Was that correct what we did?
What do we know all these Sir,
Our ancestors must have thought something.

When i ran my sight through that dense forest,
Found similarities with life's structure.
We also stand in a row,
One after another, following others.
Who asks for others in this big world,
All trees have to grow on their own,
So that they can grab the most of sunlight.
All these are struggles, to survive, no other option.
And, these small new born ones,
What will happen to them?
How will they survive without sunlight?
Those big ones cover their sky.
So dense is the forest, that
Even light doesn't penetrate through.
But, some trees are flexible, swinging with air
Making little space available for small ones
Some of those grab the fingers of small ones
They wrap around them, to have a Godfather.
Somehow, they come up, to see the sky.

Presumably, life is also the same.
Some big people try to grab all,
Some of them are very nice people,
They give chances to smaller ones.
They let them have some facilities to grow.
Then, there are those smaller ones,
Either you fight for growth and survival,
Or, you die right there, no world for weak.
Sometimes, grab support of big people
On other times, by adjusting self as per conditions.
Finding ways of survival and growth,
But, that makes the forest denser, isn't it?

There, that is how forest and life are not same,
Doesn't matter how dense is the life's forest,
As long as there are good trees,
Smaller one will keep on sprouting.
This forest will keep on expanding its wings,
But, why do we say big or small
Powerful or weak
Rich or poor
Intelligent or fool
In the end, all are same only
Similar life lies beneath everyone.

And one day, you will be hunted down
To make life easier for someone else.
No one will come to justify right or wrong,
Saying probably, that was for best.