Sapling.

I cried when the plumber crushed you underfoot

And had to be consoled brusquely,

It is only a plant.

You belied my fears and righted yourself,

And have grown tall , green branches and all lacing the sky.

I too cried for another

And had to be consoled coldly ,

It is a passing phase.

My fears were not belied,

The slighted was not righted .

when an occasional song bursts forth

From the heart of a koel,

Hidden within your delicate and luxuriant boughs,

Is that you ?whispering ,it is alright,

Here I am , connecting with you.