The Neem Tree Poem by Kishore Kumar Das

The neem tree exists
near my bedroom window
it grows and grows
as it attains my window level
I feel obliged to write
the metamorphosis of colours
from pink to green
in a wonderful ecstasy of love
it brings me the gift of oxygen
the panacea of purity
embedded in its tiny leaves
in the scorching summer
just stand under a neem tree
you will feel the cooling
The great neem tree...
Lord Jagannath has chosen it as His body.