Neem tree
Neem tree


It was my favourite place
A backyard and tall Neem tree
I was a lonely yet a happy kid
After returning from school
And after having my lunch
And when it was nap time
I often used to escape from house
To come and sit under neem tree
Was my favourite place and pass time
I still remember that tall dense tree
And small white delicate flowers on it
And the cool breez blowing there
A peaceful place with no-one around
I used to make drawing on ground
When the tree is laden with fruits
Those green fruit bunches looks amazing
And when fruits turned yello
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And used to fall on ground
I used to collect and count them
I had a strong bonding with that tree and the surrounding
I never got bored of that tree and that place
I tried climbing up on tree quite often
But tree was too tall and rough
When I grew up still I used to go
And do my homework under the tree
And enjoyed reading storybooks
So calm and cool that place was
Never wanted to go back home
Till someone call me loudly
Never can forget that happiest time
Me and that Neem tree
and that favourite place of mine!