The Walking Trees

The Peepal timidly peeped From amid those tiny cracked bricks Seeking the warm sunlight It spread its arms wide The rain water tenderly seeped Nurturing this sapling that bravely sticks Its head out into the foreign light Against the crumbling wall’s side The sapling grew diligently forward From a young to a mature tree A haven for chattering mynahs and singing koels That feasted on its berries These airy messengers when lifted upwards Carrying its seeds and flying free Until perching here or there they roll The sleeping seeds into nurseries The mighty Peepal now strong and tall Viewed the green kingdom of trees The wind carried its proud call To spread the magic of walking trees