if I was a tree

if I was a tree
the bird wouldn't ask me before it built its nest what caste I am.
when sunlight embraced me my shadow wouldn't feel defiled.
my friendship with breeze and the leaves would be sweet.

The sacred cow would scrape her body on my bark, scratching wherever it itches
and the three hundred gods sheltering inside her would touch me.

who knows
at the end,
hacked into pieces of dry wood,
burning in holy fire,
I might be made pure,
or becoming the bier for a sinless body
be borne on the shoulders of four good person...!