Tree - The Mentor

I stood there,

Beside the old Neem tree,

Whose leaves were withering 

And detaching from it just to thank 

The soil by becoming its fertilizer...

Those yellow leaves,

Looking like a gloomy star,

Taught many lessons to me,

When it is young and healthy, 

It helps in photosynthesis,

Once it becomes aged,

It detaches itself from the tree

Not to be a burden to its tree

Even after death, 

It helps the soil as a fertilizer;

The tree, 

Whose barks are dark and 

Wrinkled like an old man's face;

Standing erect even after 

The wind blew hard,

Reminiscing it's old young age,

When it doubted it's strength,

When the windblown strongly,

When the flood splashed it heavily,

The soil holds the root so stubbornly

Just to support it,

Just to keep it alive,

Like our parents;

The soil, 

Which is looking like a sky

With its yellow leaves,

Becoming infertile with age,

Facing wind erosion,

Now, its time for the tree 

To hold its sand,

To retain its nourishment,

To take care of the soil...

It taught me how to take care

My parents when they become old…