A Banyan tree I am,
a marvelous one at that.
This gigantic form
have I taken

To be born a woman
To be born a woman
One needs to have done great penances,

We fear in our doubt
As to it exists or not.

As getting to have a glance


Ozonic moments purifying the breath
Crushing the darkness at a stretch
With gentle feet wet in dew drops.

Coming from where you are dear
Embracing the heart all over
Making all the hair follicles cool.

You introduced me the world
inculcating courage in me.

I don't know ever you said "no"

Not a drop of honey
an ocean of love
really you are lovely.

Beauty is the sky and earth
Life is awesome so live the life.
Keeping life's wings safe without flying
Colourful feathers may whither away.

I said there are innumerable cubic meters
of flood in my eyes as in reservoir.
Your fingers excellent with engineering technique
Drained out completely.

I cannot forget that sweet moment,
The electric sensation was wonderful
Piercing my entire hair follicles cool.

A Bio Chemistry of Digital Heart

I locked my heart
And forgot the password


Banyan Tree

A Banyan tree I am,
a marvelous one at that.
This gigantic form
have I taken
out of a very tiny seed
like an atom's mighty power.

Grown on the bloody mire of sacrifice
and watered by human tears,
my branches leap boundaries
and extend as my vision goes on.

I am the refuge for birds
longing for shade
from my ever-green branches
and the exquisite taste of my fruit.

Varied indeed are the languages
of the varied species of birds
of many a hue,
but the thought that inspires the song
is the same for ever and ever.

I'm the tent,
where birds that toil and moil all day revel.
On my branches gets inaugurated
each season of festivity.

My Veda of eternal relevance is Truth,
I preach Love and Peace,
the time-tested ideals.

The branches of my ideals
do not allow
the birds of prey
even to sit on me;
not to speak of them
building nests on me.
Strictly, no permission for the birds
even if they pay a fee.

Having a never-drying milk-spring in me
I grow even on barren soil,
I am the gift of this soil.

Some birds that taste my fruit
drop their excrement

Some try to find fault
with my lisp of fledglings;
clip their wings
just beginning to grow.

Some others
praise the charm of birds,
a little nature,
tell them temptingly thus:
'Let us sit on tall branches of other trees
and be gay and carefree.'

I am unable to excuse the woodpeckers;
do they not rejoice in disrobing me?

Creating holes in me,
the woodpeckers,
only invite vicious vipers to settle in me.

A poor, pitiable tree I am,
Giving away fruit only to songbirds.

My roots
labour without rest
going deep down into the soil
seeking water.

Bitter may be my seeds
but sweet are my fruits.

My body suffers
a thousand wounds
from head to foot.
Don't you notice my eyes watering
as the pungent smell of Sulphur
affects me?

Inexplicable are my trials and tribulations
in the cycle of time;
in the annals of history
I am a tree of achievements.

I have no chance of being flexible
like a plantain tree.
Storms wail to me
that they are unable to uproot me.

My roots are only aerial roots
which are not being closed
allow light to pass through them.

They will soon take root
and stand majestically!

A Banyan tree I am,
a marvelous tree.


Rajnish Manga 02 August 2017

I feel myself fortunate to have spotted and to have gone through a couple of poems of the poet and have been deeply impressed. The celebrated poet has tried to assimilate the age old cultural & social values profusely.

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