Legend Poem by Shelvakumari Thachayil

Legend



A banian tree standing nea r the temple
It was a huge one more than 5oo years old
People called grand mother of trees
She stilllike a grand mother
Early morning her leaves sings bajans
Dancing with the morning music
Breeze murmering chants
Wholly mood always there
People sits under the tree
Their mind became calm
Spiritual air surrounding there
Birds resting in its branch
Protecting all beings from sun and rain
Keeping like a grand mother
Saying thousands of stories
Changes of the humans and the society
Legends of our culture
Vanishing all sorrows of the souls
Still calling her children
Hugging them and guiding the right way

Legend
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