Best Banyan Tree Poems

The story behind this poem
The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and White’ POTD 6 March. They wanted to know more about the ‘Magical Tree’ and Café’ in the poem. 

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I am a Banyan tree,
More than hundred years old,
Near a beautiful lake I stand,
In the heart of Mother Nature.

During my life span I have seen,
Days both good and bad,
I have experienced the strong forces of nature,
Surviving them courageously.

I have grown tall and strong,
By drawing nutrients...

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Like a Banyan Tree, 
my roots (seeking rebirth),
from eldest, outstretched limbs, descend
to a heartening earth.

Like a Banyan Tree
on hilltop with grand stance,
love from embossed gold earth and sky,
shall help my soul's expanse.

Spirit rustles arches
of my highest leaves.
Life flows through my core,
my dawns, my days, my...

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big old banyan tree
                                        twisted hanging...

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The Banyan Tree

I the Atlas carry a home 
My master strong for his
Children seven had built.
Shorts and skirts 
Thunder up my shoulders,
All hell let lose,
With their galloping horse-hooves,
Ride up the stairs full a twenty.
Doomsday be here
While they make a merry!
Platoons of ghosts, 
Burst through the...

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The  village  where  my  father was  born.
After  many  years
Still  has not   changed
Except  that    electricity   has arrived  ,
The  road  blacktopped  has deteriorated,
And  thatched-roof  houses...

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Lying in the meadows' nest
under your green greatness,
remembrance of my Grandma's face
oh banyan, my lullaby days!

Under your green greatness
listening to murmuring leaves,
oh banyan, my lullaby days
just like from my Grandma's lips!

Listening to murmuring leaves
a history hundred years old,
just like from my Grandma's lips
the fairy tales...

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A banyan tree in my courtyard
 That I had planted ten years ago
 Looks beautiful with its large limbs
 As if a beauty queen of monsoon
 Were entering her adolescence

 It smiles when gusts of cool wind
 Touch it with adorable feelings
 Droplets of rain...

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Feel the ambience grand,
Old boughs spread a charm;
New era greets span,
Dreams in gracious psalms.
Blessings from old times,
Affluence spreads new trace;
Note sensorial chimes,
Yield blessings of grace;
An old friend my dear,
Now calmly awaits.
Truth and trust find cheer,
Reach a deeper fate;
Embrace stillness here,
Explain wonders dear.




Leon Enriquez
23 February 2015
Singapore...

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Under a Banyan tree



In a loud voice

she is shedding the tears of guilt

she is weeping before the crowd



The Chairman declared his verdict

That she is the convict

and has to pay fine for her guilt

against her chastity



None has taken her side:

who can deliver her justice,

to feed her...

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Not under a Banyan tree 

I drink coffee under an elm tree, one of many in the avenue; filtered sunlight 
makes shifting pattern on the pavements, and the sun loses its cruel power. 
A willowy woman walks into the only café where one can smoke,...

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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...

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I’ve walked	
	Many a mile
Since every Rainbow’s End
	Was just a wish away 
Every pot of gold
	Has stayed a wish ahead
I’ve walked 
	Many a mile
Through smoke-filled haze
	And alcoholic daze
		Melody now gone
	From lonesome cities
I took no time
	To listen then
Now I’ll sit a while 
	By the Banyan Tree 
		Draw...

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Overlooked beauty

At the backyard of my colony's lane
Crumbles an old banyan tree slowly on verge of getting waned

Not worthy of a second glance
An overlooked beauty as in forgotten time's trance

Pulchritude ignored by almost every passer-by
Sole witness of ever changing world since ages below heavenly skies

Must...

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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,...

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