An Old Tamarind Tree Poem by Gajanan Mishra

An old tamarind tree is
There in front of my house,
Of course, that tree belongs to
My neighbor.
The cattle market is there
To the north-western corner
Of my house, the market
Complex is under the custody
Of a regulated committee.
Whenever some one ask me
About the location of my house,
Straightway I mention,
The cattle market and
The old tamarind tree and
I tell them on the wall
You can read my name
In my state language Odia
And also for convenient of
Outsiders I have also written
In English.
My house does not belong to me,
Let me clear.
Even I am not
The caretaker, staying though
At present.
Who knows, I may not be
Available tomorrow.
But today I am here,
You can come to meet me
Straight from the Rly junction
Of Titilagarh,
Balangir, Odisha, India
By an auto-rickshaw,
Walkable distance though
Towards south-west corner
Of the station.
Come to me, if you have time,
I am ready with a poem
To welcome you.
And with the poem
I must give you
A glass of pure water.
I must show you,
The mango tree, neem tree,
Banana tree and so many
Flower plants and all
Belong to my wife.
I am not here to
Allow you to touch
Or to pluck anything.
Come to me, if you so like.
Remember, Tapobana, the name of
So-called my house.