Unusual childhood day
I guess in burning May
That huge, long, giant I saw
With spreading eyes,
Before me, from Long Years;
In my house's backyard
I think, the Big
Neem lies
Its yellowish leafs were falling on me
With an air stroke
As well-come sign,
I feel strongly,
It was calling me
Offering its company to join.
It was a miracle for me
That fiery waves of May Heat
Unendurable!
In a big Neem shadows,
Get changed into
Cool, Light, soften Sable.
Automatically, it happened with me
I attracted towards that tree
Its dark n’ cool n’ sweet n’ shade
Than cold in my room, Machine-made,
More enjoyment for me.
Then mornings and noons
Were spend under it
With twitters, sparrows and crows;
With lovely songs of all these wings,
Sometimes a quick squirrel bows.
Bur never I was a butterfly move
Neither a honeybee bunch on it,
The Neem was cool and green and clean
But not a place for lovebirds to meet
Though it was big, but not for nests
And neither a dwelling for insects
It was the place for all hard working,
Tired, fluttering wings to rest.
Black, gray and brownish, feint
Not gifted with colors and beauty
The most rest takers under the Neem
Were generally busy with their duty.
Sparrows trying to settle down
Under the roof in cottony nests
The God-Helper squirrel running around
Gathering a dish for new-coming guests.
Crows in search of some good food
For their beloved cuckoos sons
And the huge green King making easy
All these struggles for existence.
Day by day as I was growing
Getting lessons from school of nature
Where all these noise makers were my friends
And steady, silent Neem was teacher.
Once upon a time,
On a dizzy sunny day,
"The backyard Neem should be cut off",
The house's main sounds say.
I shudder with unknown fear
Thinking the joyful backyard clear,
The stubborn decision of house's chief
My backyard Eden was sinking to grief.
Cry. I try. But all in vain,
I shout and wail, but zero gain.
Strong and long and high till sky,
Branches of Neem were cut off when,
When the wings,
Here and there, helpless,
Sorrowfully searching another place,
Deep-thinking squirrel, on boundary wall,
What is happening?
No one can guess.
When in dressing, dining and kitchen
All my dear-ones were working on
Their plans for a room or two;
And I,
With all dreams, destroyed,
Thinking now what to do?
Though it was deem then,
but without a single twit,
No life was there around Neem
But a deadly piece,
When under the half-cut
Rock steady steam,
A tiny, green branch I notice.
At once I got
An immediate thought
Now I was big
And the Neem was not.
Crystal clear,
That I was there,
To make it again a big one
So after years,
When someone appears
Would enjoy its friendship fun.
Few drops of water
When sprinkled upon the tree tomb,
Pleasant sun was making his way;
And we all mates in nature's school,
Waiting for that Judgment Day.
