There is a huge and old
Banyan tree in front of
The temple at my village
Sitting beneath it
At every morning is
My habit now
But the devotees of the temple
Visit me too
As they think I am a GOD
They offer me many things
In fact I am an unemployed
And decided to consume them
Just for a living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful words to provoke thought jk. Bravo my quiet poet. Banyan trees new on me but sounds something to adore. Karen