I am a Krisnochura tree at the Dhaka University,
I love to stand still with my curiosity.
The white clouds are used to touch my head,
Sometimes the rains wash my forehead.
Neither you are aware of this, nor the students,
I love their wonderful shouts.
My leaves are nimble, nimble like fish in the water,
My flowers are lovely in red colour.
My leaves are my hands, I have millions,
I touch you with my millions hands with exaltations.
I touch Dhaka city sometimes,
I love this DU campus and want to stay lifetimes.
My leaves are my eyes, I look in amazement,
I watch you with my millions eyes with amusement.
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I don't know anything about this 'Khrishnochura Tree' but after reading this amazing account I am in love with this tree and would like to interview a tree having millions of leaves, millions of hands and millions of eyes. Thanks a lot for sharing this grand personification.