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| The Banyan and the Daffodil |
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| Arts & Entertainment > Poetry |
| Written by priyesh karkera |
| Sunday, 15 February 2009 07:49 |
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Was a Banyan tree immense in its size From the center of a field high it did rise No plants were near as he caused them fright But one day he caught a different sight. The tree saw a Daffodil growing beside him The angered Banyan said in voice extreme “You tender plant, in my ground you grow! I won this land, how come you don’t know?” In the gentle wind, Daffodil swayed its head In her sweet voice to the Banyan she said “The Earth is our mother, we sow in her land We are brother and sister, don’t you understand?” The Banyan laughed hard and said to her "I am so strong and such a loser your are I build armor while fragile flowers you bloom When the storm will come you will meet your doom." "My roots go deep into the earth’s core Clutching the hell my strength I store My fruits are small, flowers I don’t yield Like a monolith I stand, sole king of the field." The Daffodil was quiet not a word she said In the atmosphere her fragrance she spread Her flowers were vibrant just like her life For distant storm she did not strife. Then one day a vicious storm went through Everything in its path with ease it flew The storm’s rage pulled Banyan’s each string The gallant tree was now a fallen king. The brutal storm tore the Daffodil too Its stem was broken as the strong wind blew She lied down beside the Banyan tree To the defeated king few last words said she. “You had a long life but you did not live Building your defense whole life you did give But In my short life I have lived happily Here’s the loser is you Banyan, the winner is me |
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