Autobiography of a Banyan TreeA Poem by Balaram Sarkar
I am now a ghost of a Banyan tree.
I was killed when I was ninety three. Beside me, a beautiful lake was there. I stood in the heart of Mother Nature. A bird fell seeds and I was born. Then I had grown tall and strong. From the soil, I took saps and water, Light from sun and air from Nature. I had seen, many days, good and bad. Lake, bird, passer, many friends I had. Lake taught me to stay quiet and calm, Nightingale soothed me with her song. Light breeze touched my branches, I began to dance in much happiness. I was blessed to have such a life. God ! I wish I had still been alive! © 2019 Balaram Sarkar |
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Added on April 24, 2019 Last Updated on April 24, 2019 Author
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