When I lost my Dad

There was a big banyan tree,

it was really green and grand....

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

He gave me everything I asked for,

Yet I failed to say him thanks

On a dense foggy night of December,

Without even a single creak or groan, it sank,

Exposing me to cold and dark,

I shivered and felt I would faint...

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

I miss that banyan tree, want to lie in its shade once again