He was my only elder friend.
Everyday on my way to school.
I saw him and wondered.
He had the evidences of time.
A lot of knowledges and experiences.
He saw the basic instincts of us.
He, himself was a encyclopedia.
He, himself was a history of time.
But there is no sign of him.
This loss makes no sense to us.
But it clears the fact.
It discovers us, ourself.
To us no value of past.
To us history is nothing.
To us, our present is all.
But he had a lot to say us.
To say us about society, civilization.
About lifestyles, cultures.
Above all about our forefathers.
But we are out of emotions for him.
We emphasize our present than past.
And we prove our greeds.
We prove a great saying into a lie.
The old is old.
The present is gold.
Now on that way, while i walk.
I sigh and wonder.
There was an old banyan tree in here.
Good bye old friend.
kafil....superb poem.... you almost brought teers to my eyes...it was such a banyan tree under which i started school was it a tree...oh i am sorry no my friend it was a an age old spirit...it stood proud and wise and ageless...welcoming to all...the birdc the bee... a beauty for all to see i sourly miss my primary school, shady haven, environment heaven... some day i too will write about it you brought back old memmories yet as vivid as the florid parakeets that squacked on its branches.... the shafts of illumination that filtered through its twisted branches and roots....caught me in awe very nice and touchinfg piece.... aspecial marvel for the subcontinent cheers and ten
It is true, wisdom and knowledge can be derived from nature, which is ancient, even from an old banyan tree if you take an open view of it deeply. Good for a deep thought.
Yes..he is a banyan with aerial roots...alive immortal spirit...old is gold indeed...your poem too
He had the evidences of time. A lot of knowledges and experiences. Wonderful thought process....I liked your topic.......loved it....10++ - Brishti
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, old is gold, old friend is like old banyan tree that gives cool shadows. Marvelous poem,10+++