An old banyan tree, only stars gleaming
On road side indifferently
Exhausted and half dead
With an ugly and hangdog look
Having dried up all branches
Some are in broken, it's leaning out.
Today it's helpless, dependent
As seclusion and negligence engulf it
It gets scarred with insects bites
No more beauty, nothing to offer
Opportunists left one by one
Chirping, screaming stopped
No breeze to tired travellers for rest
Even shadows gone in distress
Nothing will come back again
It has given everything selflessly
Without expecting anything in return
Pinching words from dear ones
More sharpened than sword
Piercing it's heart but to digest
Unornamented banyan mourns
None to blame
Everything happens by way of time
Only a void remains
Nobody feels the agony
It sighs, waits for a cyclone
For being uprooted and felled
And melting with earth
To get rid of all pains and grief.
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