Under the skin.


Skin of a tree , taken randomly while wandering on the streets of Delhi.
Each tree we see can tells us many stories if it could speak.
They have seen so much but can’t speak.
Their skin has got parched, wrinkled but still they are living in this poluted city and don’t say a word when we cut them down for our own benefit.
They remain silent and see everything happening.
I wish they could speak and tell about their pain to us so people might understand and don’t cut them down.


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