When I Lost My Dad

There was a big banyan tree, which was really green and grand...

Under the shade of which, I played, slept, and sang...

It gave me everything I asked for,

Yet I failed to say him thanks ...

On a densely foggy night of December,

Without even a single creak or groan, it sanked...

Exposing me to cold and dark,I felt I would faint.

Years have floated by, still, I have to get used to all this pain...

I miss that banyan tree, want to hug him and say thanks ...