Beneath the Banyan Tree

Now I realize,my dad, that how much

Soothing was the touch of your fingers,

And reassuring it was immeasurably in

Your mighty presence! you were the

Beacon light amidst the pale yellow ambience

Of innumerable miseries and agonies of life;

I wish I could have held your finger till

I breathed last, but I couldn’t alter my destiny

In my favour; I still cherish those blessed

Moments of infinite happiness which remain

Etched, on the surface of my tender heart;

Life’s journey is unpredictable yet your

Guiding vibrations illuminated my path,

Clearing the cobwebs of illusions and Confusions, obstructing my vision for long;

Alongside you, I always felt like sitting beneath an old Banyan tree, providing

Shelter and giving me strength to fight

The battles of life, alone; many times, I

Feel that both the Banyan tree and

My father is an ageless wonder.