It stood on the walkway,
In the paddy field,
Alone, with branches,
Spreading out,
giving away a shade,
To the passersby,
Some of whom stood
Under it's cool shade,
Enjoying the passing wind,
It carried many a bird,
Nested, rested
On it's branches,
In the night it looked
Like a ghost,
But alone looking
At the moon and stars,
Refreshed i the morning,
It continued it's stand,
All alone in the field.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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