BANYAN TREE
I went behind you,
to catch your finger,
to carry the burden of life,
the days rolled on,
these became years,
this became a banyan tree of memories,
it became thicker day by day,
but i don`t know i don`t feel,
its coldness,
why have you changed,
why have you deserted me,
to sit alone on the bough
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