A Banyan Tree
A BANYAN TREE
It is so hard with the broken body,
Day by day losing the immunity.
As a human why god came to me?
Why not firmly made me a Banyan tree?
When in storms and their punches,
Good resistance by large branches.
It provides safety for birds and nests;
For 5 hundred years, it passed all tests!
As a Banyan tree! Why not me?
Me as an icon, you all could see.
The home for birds for few good centuries;
With panoramic views with songs of breeze.
With shadows in the fiery Summer
Beneath my branches with the Indian fair
Little children can play beneath me
For everybody, I could be a great safety!
I lost limbs early, that made me weaken
If I was a Banyan tree, I could repair again!
The desire failed to live like a banyan tree
Alas! Day by day, losing the vigor, immunity!