Posted by: Ron DuBour | November 6, 2014

The Great Banayan Tree of my village..~by Akshaya Kumar Das



The Great Banayan Tree of my village..

on your barks we played,
on your firm ropes we rolled & rocked,
on your ropes that hung to the ground,
we played hide & seek.
tree of my great great grandpa’s times,
your huge elephant like trunks speak,
silently standing for generations,
generations forgotten from memory,
when that your seeds were planted,
none could tell in the village,
your huge trunk and barks a testimony of times.
stood there with a true stamp of the age old stories,
the shades that you spread under you
were truly cooling homes for the heat of summers,
birds played on your barks,
hide & seek too,
the leaves spread a huge asylum,
from a tired travelers to animals
who rested there in the afternoons,
ignorantly swallowing time,
the childhood gossips ,
lullabies to stories from the chatterbox of the village elders,
grand pa’s was real pastime for our congregation.
Every afternoon after the schools,
it was our play ground our meeting point.

(c) copy right Akshaya Kumar Das 6/11/2014

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