THE RESIDENT
THE RESIDENT
The tree spanned the lane that
Wound through the spacious dwellings
Of the smooth and snobbish..
Twirling its green arms in happy abandon!!
It beckoned and nodded at
The slightest whim
Of the heavens or lesser beings
Standing benign and tall..
Years of living had left their imprint
In a hundred knarls and knots
On its arms and feet
The stamp of time .
Generations of faces had
Peeped out from the windows
Reaching out to touch
Even as the tree reached out to them ..
It was a continuous celebration
Among the dark leaved branches
Arms wide open, clapping, swaying
To the rhythms of hymns unsung.
The fresh human faces faded
And were replaced by older ones
And grey haired ones
And ones with bent bodies and sunken eyes.
It stood a silent spectator to the ones
On their final journeys
All passing beneath and beside it
A mute attendant ..
It fell in and out of love every day
Echoing the sentiments
Of the very ones that it shaded and fanned
Its memories huddled close and hidden .
Of times spent as a strapping young sapling
Thrilling with every metre gained
That now had given way to folds and creases
A hoary image, a synonym for Tithonus ..
The scurrying squirrels, full of mischief
And tiny feathered inhabitants with homes tucked away
In the creases of its aged limbs
Still made it smile, a protector and friend…
One memory stands out !
Of a stormy night that left an orphan
in its arms to tend and nourish,
Helpless and blind , barely a fledgling..
The hapless feathered parents had
Perished in the night’s storm
Trying to protect
Their only offspring ..
Confounded and stunned
The tree took on the mother’s role
It fanned and fed and covered the little mite
Even as it tried to befriend its own kind .
At night, rejected, it snuggled close o the tree trunk
Feeling the rushing sap, comforted at last.
The tree was everything he had
Father, Mother, Friend, everything..
The happiest of times, and the worst of times
Were all shared together
Their very beings shaped as one, over time
As though their souls had united!
As time passed,
the “foster child”
Became the protector
The “parent” looked on bemused.
The feathered child rose to the occasion
Every time he perceived
A threat to his “mother”
And those under her care..
Now, The old gnarled “mother”
Nurtures the tenth generation
Of the foster child, fondly regaling them
With stories of his antics ..
When the little mites ask “How was He different?”
She winks and says ”nothing darlings ..nothing,
Except that he will always be “First Resident.”
And she is instantly lost in a flash back …
The gleaming black beak turned
His raven wings shining, stretched out
Ever on the look out
For sustenance..
Through chaos and confusion
He emerges victorious
With the coveted bit in his beak .
Today, survival is assured!!