Banyan Tree Poem by C. P. Sharma

I am the banyan tree
I have seen ages
I am the eternal bard
That heard the sages

My long flowing beards
Have sagas written in them
They saw many springs
Many an autumn suffered

I tell you for sure, sapling
out of sufferings sprouts
Frolicking fawn on lawns
Also felt the birthing bouts

The languishing evening flowers
have something to say
That the old yields to new
Freshen with cock-a-doodle-doo

Be in East or West
When tired of the quest
Under my shadow rest
Think of what is the best