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
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