A father lost his little daughter, to find in his broken heart
Love for her renew, so every girl he bequeathed fresh start
One hundred and eleven trees he seeded, with a mother's love the earth
To teach by his example just how precious is every daughter's worth
With his loss profit brought he to all his village peers
A visionary seeing past his pain made present of his tears
Resource for every daughter is his loving living legacy
Such men are rarely feted by pulp press-fed fallacy
Easier to portray to the world that India's men are brute
So celebrate instead the best of Mother India's fruit
With the sweetness of aam, from mental slavery unfetter
With neem bitter medicine, many lives make better
With sheesham so strong , give shade and shelter
With amla to all life's tastes, calming every welter
With India's trees Shyam Sundar brought hope's ray
Kiran's memory life brings with every passing day!
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