It's a beautifull Punjabi poem --BALDA BIRKH HAAN -- by Sh.Surjit Patar -- Naturally it's a very crude translation in English also.
I'm a burning tree, almost done, just till the evening,
Still I long for a spring.
I won't stay, but my songs will remain,
My songs are water and I'm a line on its surface.
I was torn and made into a flute,
In the shape of this flute, I'm the scream of that jungle.
On a page of fire, I'm a line of daffodils,
They are debating if I'm right or wrong.
I'm a burning tree, almost done, just till the evening,
Still I long for a spring.
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