The Banyan Tree

A Poem by Vlad

This poem is about a banyan tree who once stood indomitable but now his worth and been forgotten in this world!

The Banyan tree once stood indomitable,
Looking fresh and rich and stable.

Yet it stands there in a dilapidated pose,
Experiencing it's lowest lows.

It's leaves hang in an inebriated state,
Punched in the face by what they call fate.

It's trunk laughing in masochism,
It had once believed in solipsism.

It's roots smiling as its palsy hit,
Unable to even have a fit.

Becoming a quintessence of a Romany,
Cutting away those wounds so many.

Considering death as its panacea,
Diving deeper into dystopia.

They play the 'quid pro quo ' game,
Each one is treated just the same.

The tree lies in its quiescent phase,
Knowing it has lost in the chase.

So it now considers the end as a bliss,
And lives each day inextremis.