The Big Banyan Tree

Standing on the crossroads, no real path to go
No road less travelled where I could tread and show,
My destiny lies in standing upright and facing the storm,
Be battered, beaten but still expected to stand strong.

Amidst my widespread hands the birds of season find their home,
Why is it that I am still at the crossroads when the birds are long gone,
When under my firmly grounded legs thou could find the divine light,
Then why the destiny limits me to protect mortals from the sun so bright?

When I watch the entire world going places and being the sport,
Why is it that I am the one who stands still holding the fort,
When the world is talking about freedom of movement and speech,
My destiny forces me to wear the silence on my lips and shackles on my feet.

In this exciting stage of the world where one is destined for a role,
All that the universe wanted me to be was a square peg in a round hole,
In these times of morbid souls and diminishing human camaraderie,
Perhaps it is my destiny to be at the crossroads, and be β€œThe Big Banyan Tree”.

I am writing a poetry after a very long time, would love to read your comments on this one.

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7 comments on “The Big Banyan Tree”

  1. vipul Reply

    Awesome πŸ™‚ out of words .. O_O
    you came up with a bang.Like the way you have described the life of Banyan tree. And the most significant point you conveyed your thoughts from point of view of the tree.
    Loved it πŸ™‚

  2. aarti Reply

    very well written Prateek πŸ™‚

    loved this verse-
    My destiny lies in standing upright and facing the storm,
    Be battered, beaten but still expected to stand strong.

    I too havent written anything creative in ages.. need to rekindle the juices

    • Prats Reply

      @Aarti: Thanks a lot, That was exactly the case with me.. Lot of general posts. Wrote this after a long time, waiting for your creation now πŸ™‚

  3. Ramesh Reply

    Very nice Prats. Love your prose, but didn’t realise you are a poet too

    Much emotion in a short verse. Lovely.

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