The banyan tree

The banyan tree

The banyan tree stood tall on the hill behind my house
I watched it with awe and respect as a child
It was a symbol of infinite strength, firmly rooted to the earth
If someone would try to pull it, the entire hill would come along
As I was growing up, it was also growing stronger
So I thought until one day a gust of wind came along and it fell
It was just a gust, mind you, neither gale nor storm
And yet it lay broken, totally hollow from inside
I felt deceived , heartbroken
People came, cut it and took away the pieces
And as the banyan tree slowly disappeared
so did my childhood

© Mandar Jayant Kokatay