The Banyan Tree

Hamlet and her quietness,
A temple and her serenity,
The fields and her windy meads
And a banyan tree centuries old.

Her sprawling foliage,
A passing life's secured roof.
Before their flight unto the slumbering hills
Winds take here a momentary rest.

And under her shady canopy
Gods witness eternal space and time.
Cows take a mid-noon nap, and
A piper unto the blues opens his melodious lute.

And for fresh air and rejuvenating moments
A few passers-by find here a resting place.
To beggars, she lends her cool breezes
And to birds, her swinging branches.

And in the eve' the retirees of the hamlet
On her stony pavements gather, life is a gentle brook.
It is now twilight and within her closing notes
A solitary lamp burns unto the silence of night.
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