Me and Memories

Me and memories There I stand, No, not amidst the chaos!! But by the side of a coffee shop. I hardly change even as years pass by; Expressionless, lofty being, I say! Sipping their coffee or tea Some tiny creatures encircle me, Perhaps for my shed and bench to settle; Still never one way, their convos entertain. Oh! There I see, Two birds flying different ways Will they come back for my sake? Another cobweb of doubt, Waiting for wipeout, with their reunion. Well! That blooming, informal bond Between the gardener and his plants, Watering the roots of knowledge; Strengthen the purpose of my birthplace. Right, there I stand, As a still witness to thousands of memories, Pictures, bonds, built and broken. The day ends with the hope of much more; Questioning the longevity of me and memories... This poem is about a banyan tree in our college...