The Banyan Tree Broods Over.

             The Banyan Tree Broods Over.

My dense shadows  seek  me a special identity,

Like the rings of Saturn, rendering him a pattern.

Unlike others, who leave their shadows behind,

I live under my shadows, for myself and for others;

Banning the arrogance of  tall trees that stand alone,

I remain  substantially sturdy-built, paving a platform

For people  to gather socially, at my sheltering behest.

I provide the meeting point for many a kangaroo court.

When the meeting minds, make a mockery of justice,

They cast their shadows of misdemeanor on me.

But my barks, thicker than the  pachyderms’ exterior,

Bother not the damage done to me, by my beneficiaries..

I am truly Indian, devoutly  national , with  Gandhian  roots.

I know to empathize and endure, with time- tested tolerance.

                                                                           P.Chandrasekaran.