My Old Tree
Older than my grandmother
She was there much before me.
She ruled the roost,
She fed us all.
All, my family and the colony.
Who planted her?
My grandfather, much before he left us with her.
I grew up playing with her arms.
Her branches, I tied the swing.
Today, when I came home after long standing years,
She appeared the most cheerful there.
As I stepped onto the corridor.
As if the dangling leaves were waving, hi!
And the lurching branches meant a warm welcome.
I was engrossed, next when I saw my mother standing in front of
me.
Houses were extended.
Her neighbor tree, like she grew with, was no more.
But birds had her, to where they could easily switch their nest.
They had somewhere to go.
Her branches slightly bend,
She was bearing heavy mangoes.
I noticed what she wanted to make me do.
How could she forget?
How I loved those fruits!
Nostalgic, I became,
Sat on her arms, like the old days, plucked and ate.
Lived my childhood,
Together, we enjoyed.
I wonder,
Can there be any selfless creature?
Who only knows, to give.
I can remember, no one,
Like a mother and a tree.
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