Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Ficus Religiosa - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

An old pipal tree, stands by the old sea port.
Leaves are all yellow, the bark wrinkled and cold.
It is no winter, warm and sunny,
It has lost its time, with it, thirst for honey.
It saw its days of buzz, when the port was a hive,
Ships made a bee line, there was fight for every bite.
People were a mad rush, cargoes bloomed and burst,
Now it's a forgotten dream, the ports skinny, and ships mean.
It is perhaps a people tree, yellow, lifeless, without thirst
Cast like debri, on the shores of spent time, by tides of trust.
Leaders have cast off to new ports of call,
People left rooted as trees on the blanks of minds walls.
An old pipal tree, stands by the old sea port,
Leaves are all yellow, the bark wrinkled and cold.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Ficus Religiosa by Hardik Vaidya

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 13, 2013


[Hata Bildir]