The Banyan Tree

Deep rooted are they within me

In the soil of my innermost psyche

Just like the banyan tree perfectly upheld

In the arms of arial roots that hold.

The treasures of my life

Are my these memories gold

Strengthening me when I aloof

And show the way when I find myself crossed.

Over the years we gather

Some memories which are sweet

That remains evergreen in our heart

Ever since they get imprinted forever.

The others are those memories

That makes tears roll down

Every time they pop up in our mind

But teach a lesson that is wise.

As the petals of rose unfold

Spreading fragrance throughout

Such is our memories as they unfold

Rejuvenating every element that broke out.

As I look through the tiny drops of rain

That departs from cloud dark above

Holds his image sublime

Reminding of everything that united us again.

Memories are my strength

Key to be going all the time

As it never leaves me alone

Nor it lets pessimism encroach.