The Banyan Tree Poem by Kamal Prashar

Comes a little what known is Agony

Tis' She thought was a hair of care

A serpent to the tree of a raging belief

No grasp of care and no soul to share



Asleep she climbs the shaft on top

The thoughts lay down no cover and bare

No pillars of marble, lust and love

The winds of void her Pearls did stare



"O Lord of pain, twinges and hope

To Thee implores a soul no spare

Thy sleep on mast of Tops unholds?

A song of gloomy singing prayer? "



"O Lady of misery, pain and gloom

A word of pledge with you I swear

No sails of mast beneath my play

A thorn of trust will your issues tear"