The Giant Banyan Tree in the country-side,
Bunches of thick ropes hanging downward,
Full of dark green leaves.Bats hanging from,
Its branches with open wings.This ancient
Banyan Tree has seen many ups and downs.
Our grandmother’s village is calm and serene,
Compare to a town.
This tree has grown at the entrance of the
Village. The huge Banyan Tree is shading so
Many graves. Apparently the graveyard looks,
As an enormous grave. In its lap there are hundreds
Of small and big graves.It is like a huge rock (Teela)
Near the graveyard there is a mosque and a Madarssah.
Devotees go there five times a day. After daily prayers,
They visit graveyard to recite holy verses of the
Holy Book. The bats hanging and swinging,
Hopping from branches.
The bats look scary at midnight hours,
Their shrieks make the atmosphere more eerie,
The giant old tree covers the most of the graveyard.
The graveyard is full of yellow dry leaves in autumn,
The village girls sweep the graveyard and take,
Dry leaves to their homes for their earthen stove,
As a free fuel.The graveyard is fat and swollen,
As a pregnant woman’s tummy. In front of the,
Graveyard our grandmother’s village stands.
In my grandmother’s village there are mango orchards,
And several date trees, sweet orange fresh dates were,
Our best delight. Custard apple trees were planted in,
Rows, in front of our garden the sparkling river flows.
Grand mother gave us the sweetest custard apples,
May Almighty God give her the fruits of Paradise.
Though the red and orange bunches of dates hung,
On the height,my cousin sister will shake it with a very,
A very long stick with a curved knife.And Lo! Our mat,
Was full of ripe dates,my cousin distributed the red sweet,
Dates among all children.Sometimes she took mixed grains,
To the village oven. There the baker roasted them in hot sands.
Fresh roasted grams and puffed rice with fresh jaggery,
And chilli sauce mixed with green tamarind pulp
My cousin sister had a herd of brown and black goats,
She used to take them to the grassland near the river,
The goats grazed green grass and and green leaves,
Then drank water from the sparkling streams.
The Majestic banyan tree as an old ancestor,
Standing tall and strong as a protector.
The tree is round and the graveyard is round,
I have never seen such graveyard, unique it sounds.
Graves are scattered in circles, some graves with,
Their cemented boundaries, some without any sign post,
Or name plates, May God bless my father and my,
Ancestors,They should see the beauteous paradise.
May God bless my father’s gentle soul,
A sweet Mercy for mankind was his blessed soul.