Poem- silk cotton tree
I have a huge silk cotton tree behind my house which becomes a place where it is kind of riot, colors, insects, bees, birds which last for a month or so in winter.
Huge silk tree behind home
regal and majestic
rising high with ambition
trunk and branches many expression
many alphabets in blue sky
or a river with tributaries in static flow
or a vertical road towards heaven
many streets and alleys
constancy in midst of continuous changes
Eagle at top looking down on all
sits alone, no play, no fun, no mate
feels supreme in a lonely world
nearby a mid size tree of mango
slum of thickly populated tiny birds
Come morning they erupt in chorus
a welcome song for the day
so much of noises or music
chee chee chee chee
planning, haggling or fighting for resources?
Eagle watching with a scorn on face
slum dwellers could not care less
busy in high voltage bonhomie.
Come evening
play time, fun on overdrive.
Tiny birds take a flight in crowded columns
up and up, descending then up again
from one tree to another
resting for a while back with more vigor
derived from all pervasive air
changing life with transition of the day
eagle still there morning till evening.
Start of winter Silk tree sheds its foliage
now all bone and skeleton
come Jan, naked branches
bare body and limbs dotted with ornaments
covered with countless marbles
of green buds with plum color life
kids holding parents’ finger.
In Feb flaming red at top crown
a striking blaze of crimson
look, it is all red suddenly
red fire in azure sky
natures’ grand bouquet
annual festival and celebration
Childhood memories coming back
Silk tree in pond temple complex
I used to pick up a bud.
Oh! How we made tops with buds
sight and smell takes me to village
My fondest of all the memories.
