My Neem Tree!

Stretching her arms wider,

She keeps the air in her embrace.

Swinging slowly higher

We breathe in a layer of pure air!

Like a guard she stood there

Preventing the evil eye's stare!

Rolling in my bed

My eyes casually look

A cloak of darkness around her

Made me shudder!

Waves of chill air moves in

And tells me not to fear!

Smoothly blows the morning air

The fragrance of blooming neem flowers

Spreads through the air

And lets down a shower of flowers

An unseen arm sets a shape of bower!

Reluctant to tread on it

Beetles took a way around!

A missing splendor in my life-still

Throbs through my veins

Wishing me

I am not far from my gain!