You are a holy tree, people pray every day
Supreme soul is preserved within you
You are grown in your own way
Brahmins search after twelve years
Through their implore to trace Daru (Neem)
For establishing Bramha for universal pray
Your formation is a miraculous, people don't understand
Because, they are so passionate only to see your face
Even once in a life and maximum! Who can say?
Some people are deprived some are cursed
Even to touch your Badadanda, and to be blessed
Oh God! I pray before you
Please give me a chance! Being liberated
And to be merged within you
Not to take rebirth
Copyright @ Dr. Bedadyuti Sahoo (Dt: 11th March,2020)
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