The Banyan Tree
Contributed by
mohan
on
Wednesday, 7th November 2007 @ 02:13:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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The rosy pink rays of the rising Sun caress me very gently;
Generate in me warmth and energy to start the day briskly.
Myriad birds perched, preparing to leave, merrily sing a song,
Flapping their wings, in search of prey, onerous journey long.
To feed and care their young ones, some will return hurriedly,
A few may never; fall victims to the evil designs of men, sadly.
Facing the busy high way, over long years, I stand wide and tall,
As arterial roots hold me strong, speedy wind won’t cause my fall.
Ecstasy and agony, the alternate rhythm of life, I learnt, promptly,
Not a bloc of wood, I am; I share the sufferings of others, readily.
I shelter people, who wait very patiently for buses never on time,
‘The Banyan Tree Stop’ named after me; an honour for lifetime.
I feed fruits ripe, like a mother, to all who come to me hungrily.
An old woman turns up in the summer to set up a ‘shop’ hopefully,
To sell tender coconuts to those bare-footed poor travelers, thirsty.
I rejoice the company of people, who pitch tents under my canopy,
Children playing hide and seek, some swinging on the hung seat,
Oh! What a wonderful moment it is; to my eyes it is a great treat.
Some pull in their vintage cars to my sprawling shade occasionally,
To cool their heads and the engines as well, from the weather sultry.
Goes out my heart to the poor, who snap from branches, twigs dead;
Their ‘fire wood’ for the day to cook their once-a-day ‘humble bread.’
I bear the brunt of scorching Sun all through the day, never I grumble,
Instead, I stay cool, refreshing you with oxygen loaded breeze gentle.
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There were moments, causing agony and grief, I endured painfully,
Once lighting struck me so powerfully, burning my trunk partially;
People, under my shelter, badly burnt, moved I was by the gory sight.
One day in the dead of night, I was fast asleep under the moon light,
Awakened by noise thunderous, I saw a smashed vehicle, to my horror;
Drunken driving? Severed limbs and human body parts strewn all over.
Another event that chilled my blood and saddened me very deeply;
A truck rashly driven, hit the oncoming car and drove away speedily.
A heart rendering scene; writhing in pain trapped were two survivors,
Their feeble moaning, before it finally ceased, I heard for long hours.
Neither the passing vehicles stopped, nor any highway patrol arrived,
At last came the ambulance only to carry the dead; as none survived.
Off loading men armed with diabolic tools, a huge truck stopped close by,
To fell trees to broaden the high way is their job, I heard from passers-by.
By uprooting us massively, unawares you dig your own grave deep; beware.
To receive my ‘children’ back home in the evening, sadly, I won’t be there,
Where will they go? The poor young ones in the nests, who will take care?
Though felled, I’ll again be born somewhere and live ever for others welfare.
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mohan
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