Banyan Tree
Eager waves frolic with the endless azure
as he awaiting his fate
chomps down the meal hungrily
naked pleasure in aged eyes .
In smiles, jokes, concealing fear
the day passes as if any other.
They come for him in green
a white trolley awaiting.
Touching the elders' feet in reverence
then with folded hands, searching eyes
he wishes us all well
as the doors close.
Knowing there is little hope
we all who grew under this Banyan shade
await the onslaught of the hot blinding sun,
Eyes stoned on the door.
Endless waiting ,wavering hope
brings cool winds of monsoon
then dainty hesitant drizzle
And finally rain.
The quenched earth
yields fragrance to the breeze
as brilliant colours sprout
into a rainbow.
© 1997 by Ashok Gupta, all rights reserved
Ashok Gupta is a chemical
engineer who lives in Jakarta,
Indonesia with his wife and 14
year old daughter. Although
Ashok has always loved
poetry, he only recently began
writing it.
He has published papers
related to materials
management since
1978.
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