Poem - Under the banyan tree

An old banyan tree beside my

sweet home, everyday I see.

I take rest in peace

under its cold shadow.

sometimes I only sit silently

but, do not feel lonely.

when I touch I feel its affection

I weep for a while remembering my mother’s face.

when I was a child thinking and thinking

about my mom I lost her forever.

a cold breeze blows around me

under the banyan tree.

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