With his charms, his roots far reaching,
Our green and spreading Peepal stands,
Giving shelter, cool, refreshing,
Safe we feel, our heart expands.
One cloudy day!
He shivered with sirens, shells and destroyers,
Leaves look up to see a roaring spear,
Ducking his head, he bends and shivers,
He wonders who could fire from so near?
On the same cloudy eve!
For the young men in olive green,
He sheds countless tears
For those who lost their lives,
He says silent Prayers.
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