The Village Banyan Tree

Stotutly among the rest of the trees, standing high- Its height touches the sky in which the kites fly, Guarding the village like a gallant knight, Its bark shows the black wounds of many fights. Its creepers like a dozen of pythons, Could be seen from far away lawns- All trying to hold it captive- But for them its size is too massive. It has seen so many years; It has viewed so many deaths of nears and dears; The signs of sorrow reflect on its face crystal clear; How so much sorrow doth it bear? And how doth it resist its sorrowful tears? Somuch old and yet so young- Its nostalgic night-song Is a bridge to my childhood days that have passed long.