Banyan Tree
There is a huge banyan tree in my neighbour’s home,which I am not supposed to climb,
but I have enjoyed it shade on all the sunny days
stamped the dry leaves to hear the crushing sound eagerly
For a cuckoo its a palace.
they make their nest here and leave their offspring while they search for food.
early morning sleeps are sweetly disturbed by cuckoos sound
straight from my bed, I used to go there
and look which cuckoo has disturbed my sleep.
Table, chair, pen, paper - under its shade.
I taught this tree maths, science, history when I was small.
and as I grew, he himself has learnt literature, socialism and communism with me.
Sometimes he will correct my mistakes,
A sharp ray of glint fell on the page as I was pouring my thoughts once
to show the blunder mistake I have made,
As time went on, I travelled length and breath of the country,
met as many good and bad people as I can,
lived my life to make the ends meet,
finally the ends met, so I returned to my banyan tree.
for days I just spent sitting under its shade.
and once I took a pen an d paper,
but the pen refused to move.
paper was empty.
a glint of ray fell on the empty ruled sheet,
lines where shining bright.
I jus looked up. I couldn’t get any answer,
ask my banyan tree, may be you will get an answer.
posted by Vinod @ 5:58 AM
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