Analysis of Still I can hear the moaning sound.

Still I hear the moaning sound.

One morning I heard whimpering in the air.
I jumped out of the bed and saw through window,
a big trunk was cutting very near.

It was spliting with a saw.
Two men were driving the tool
and making huge blow.

Suddenly the trunk was uprooted
and fell down with a crash.
The earth had vibrated.

It was laying like dead elephant
which was cut into pieces
and collecting by the tribals who were very tyrant.

Still I can hear the moaning in the air
and the pitiless grinding sound of the saw
which makes me stir.