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​Showering my dear flowers onto to the earth that bore me 

Sheltering a million creatures with fatherly   affection 

I stood looking proudly upon generations that became with my breath of life

My dearest child,helped you in every possible way I could without ever a mention

Yet pitilessly,you reduced me to a stump that can no longer thrive

Dear Lord, I stand inanimately with tears that can’t be wiped of by what remains 

All I request you is to have mercy on my children’s future pains

           – Aks

This poem is in response to today’s daily prompt –  stump