Best Banyan Tree Poems
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 from the guardian soil,
Soaking in the moist rainwater,
Bathing in the holy sunlight.
I have made some good friends who have,
Explored my heart,
Cheered up my soul,
And brightened my days.
One of my good pals is the lake,
Who has added meaning to my life,
A kinship has developed between us,
From him I have learnt the value of stillness.
I remember you well the nightingale.
You lived in a hole made in my trunk,
Many a time you have sung your melodious lyrics to me,
Providing relief to my aching heart.
I love breezy nights the most,
With the moon shining brightly in the sky,
The divided clouds passing by the moon,
And every instrument of nature showing an aura of magic!
My branches begin to dance,
My spirit awakens,
My soul becomes alive,
On hearing the hymning influences of the wind.
The Earth is a heavenly place,
The Nature is its heart,
With its mystic charms and wonders,
Has shown me a world next to impossible!
Oh god! Thanks for granting me a blessed life,
This life I have enjoyed to the fullest,
I hope I have satisfied you,
By playing my role in this universe sincerely. :)
Categories:
banyan tree, imagination, nature, nature, life,
Form:
Narrative
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 eves.
6/21/15
Categories:
banyan tree, life, nature, spiritual, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
big old banyan tree
twisted hanging vines ear rings
elegant with dress
branches to the up
bowing down to the earth's world
patience's example
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Categories:
banyan tree, tree,
Form:
Haiku
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 door,
Somersaults quaking me, to and fro.
My arms aching in holding the floor,
Left and right till muscles do tear.
Roaring laughter through
Quaking windows four,
Trap door opens and shuts,
Opens and shuts.
Down they slide from
My shoulder to root,
Clinging and scraping
My shins a many.
One by one upto the stairs
And down to the root.
Witchcraft and magic
Can save me not
With wizards seven!
The lord I thank thee for the
Night so starry and breeze so cool!,
Nightly rest to heal my sores,
A generation over,
Another I do endure.
History changes not
With more furore!
Stout and and strong,
With roots many more,
I, the Banyan, will shade many more!
Balveen Cheema
September 9, 2015
Competition: Personification
Categories:
banyan tree, children, father, feelings, games,
Form:
Personification
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 are hardly seen.
Yet what I wonder is
As I saw in my childhood long ago,
The village road today is still lonesome,
Cactus and wild bush plants ,in that quietness
Are still growing here and there by the roadside.
And the sprawling paddy fields are as calm
And beautiful as they were seen from the road long ago.
The aged banyan tree standing in the meadow
At the roadside is still in its grandeur.
Under it, I saw my grandfather cremated,
Consigned to flames
When I was a boy of about 10 years old.
My grandfather during his youthful days
Sometimes might have been resting
Under that banyan tree
Tired of wayfaring or working in the paddy field.
Sometimes he might have been waiting
For somebody he loved beneath it
Wearing kurta ,dhoti,and clogs .
My father died six years ago
And I today am an old man
Yet whenever I visited the village
And see the lonely old banyan tree
I remember the days I spent there during my childhood
Particularly the day my grandfather died
And cremated beneath it.
The old peepal tree ,
Growing at the gate of my residence
By the busy road ,
Often I collect its fallen leaves with a broom
In the winter mornings and burn them.
Yet never ponder about its long past.
12th August 2012
Categories:
banyan tree, nature, remember,
Form:
Free verse
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 that were told!
A history hundred years old
want to listen before I sleep,
the fairy tales that were told
sure in my mind will creep!
Want to listen before I sleep
story of your younger days,
sure in my mind will creep
like morning Sun's golden rays!
Story of your younger days
remembrance of my Grandma's face,
like morning Sun's golden rays
lying in the meadows' nest!
© kashinath karmakar
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Categories:
banyan tree, naturefairy, green, history, morning,
Form:
Pantoum
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 seems curious
To entice it with intoxicating gestures
When banyan tree stretches
For soft touch of rain drops
I may feel its emotions
When my love touched me first time
In the college rose garden
And it was raining then
And today banyan tree of my courtyard
Seems matured enough
To repeat history of adolescence love
This amazing monsoon.
Categories:
banyan tree, emotions, inspirational, tree,
Form:
Prose Poetry
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
Categories:
banyan tree, beauty,
Form:
Sonnet
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 two-month old hungry child
she bartered her chastity
Fifty rupees fine
and barred from the chaste society
Penniless she cried,
none to share her sorrow
The gracious chairman who fined her,
paid her fine and gave the warning
not to stoop so low
With loud claps for him
the gathering melted,
the helping hands of the chairman
pulled her crumpled hips
to his bed room to thrust on her the crime again!!
Categories:
banyan tree, social
Form:
Free verse
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, she likes to
drink coffee with her cigarette, her dog sits by the door looking in waiting.
A woman in her sixties who wears a long flowering dress, plenty of bracelets
and rings, too exotic to be Portuguese, is coming up the road. Married three
times, first to an army officer, from an aristocratic family, then to a Swiss
engineer, who built ski-lifts in the Alps. Her third husband is a poet and that
makes her sigh (downhill all the way dear) She frets about her daughter, who
is forty and not yet married. She had hoped her child would wed into
lofty society, but now she wishes her only offspring will find a man with
a steady job; not a cook or a waiter though, one must draw a line somewhere.
She has a glass of beer shows me her latest bracelet, bought this morning;
she smiles happy as a child as the sun goes on shining and leaves on elm trees
are deep, cooling green.
Categories:
banyan tree, allegorywoman, child, sun,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
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.
Categories:
banyan tree, life, loss, love, nature,
Form:
Bio
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 its cosmic force
Replenish my spirit
My energy
Journey on to
Find hope at
The
Rainbow’s End
Categories:
banyan tree, addiction, allegory, inspirational, journey,
Form:
Free verse
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 have given shade to countless travellers in scorching summers
Birds slept safe beneath it's glossy leaves in nights of frigid winters
Still shelter for woodpeckers drumming on it's stiff boughs
Wind passes whistling through it's strewn parched branches on an unending drowse
Last razors of golden sunlight fall on it before melting at distant hillocks
An illusion of spectre forms as aerial roots sway giving fear shocks
Woody trunks hiding in themselves tranquil million stories
An overlooked beauty with fading structure demonstrating old glories
14/11/2018
Categories:
banyan tree, beautiful, memory,
Form:
Couplet
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...
Categories:
banyan tree, age, children, education, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
For two and half centuries standing lone
witnessed how people's thought process have grown;
Decades of sighting made me to discern
the way people behave made me perturb.
Is it that the human value system
debased; what about the old tradition?
Respect for tree missing, they're destroying
nature too, creating its annoyance.
Migrating birds are avoiding to fly
how they'd live, don't know why people defy.
Trees know their roots maintain stability
but, they forget their root, no dignity.
Trees decide its growth, the ways it'll flourish
but their rude acts divert them from purpose.
~X~X~X~
Categories:
banyan tree, nature,
Form:
Sonnet