When the Sun is mighty hot above,
And my bare feet can't endure the heat below
What a solace it is to take a nap under a peepul tree!
When the skies turn dark,
and rains come pouring without a shade of mercy,
What a divine feeling - at the sight of a banyan tree!!
Summer holidays in villages
And relishing of small pleasures:
Would life have been half as much fun
Without a walk into the grove and climb up a mango tree!!
With the earth below as my carpet
And the half hidden roots as cushion,
Sleep drew along a fond dream
And the soothing breeze hummed up a song
with creaking branches and rustling leaves
Amid the majestic grace of the Gulmohar tree!
© Sashikant Mohanty
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