Oh the reverential 'Banyan Tree'
The sight of you fill me with glee
Your vast expanse, your grace
In you reside 'Brahma', 'Vishnu', 'Mahesh'
I touch your trunk, your dangling root
Serenity engulfs me as I turn mute
There's so much I wish to talk to you
To ask if 'Satyavan-Savitri katha' was actually true
But you mesmerise my soul
Inside me you drill a deep hole
An earnest longing to know it all
To be humble, yet stand tall
Perhaps before I finally fall
-Megha Sharma
