This poem is by Kannada poet Anand Zunjarwad. Posting here because I liked it.

A Tree

(Anand Zunjarwad: omdu mara)

A tree

Was once my cradle;

Who had raised it by watering

I don’t know.

A tree

Is growing somewhere

For my pyre;

Who is raising it by watering it

I don’t know.

I too like all else

Am nourishing some trees by watering them

For what of whom

will they be

I don’t know.