I Am The Peepal Tree Poem by Kishore Kumar Das

I stand
by the side of road
my family and friends
all living beings and strangers
cross the road
they interact with me
we discuss many things
we share our joys and sorrows
very often mind obsessed
with the thoughts of near and dear
the obsessions:
real or illusory
or imaginary born in the networking sites
the trauma:
be it real
or by imaginary elements
everything swept away
by the gentle breeze
I stand alone...
the pleasures and pains
fly in the gusty wind
I remain there:
my liability limited to
my mind and body
living alone is the bitter truth...
Who can rob me
of the pleasure to live
except me?