The Banyan Tree Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Under which we used to sit and play
Leading to the hoses
Of the hamlet
Where the birds used
To be nested in
And whose roots
Used to hang by
There
Under the shade of the banyan tree
So stemming
With a circumference,
So age-old and mighty,
Heavily-branched and logged
Ewe used to pass the midday
Of the hot summer
When the loo used to ruffle us,
The mud houses used to be
Humid and perspiring
We used to play, pause by
And pass time
Was cut down
One day,
The loggers,
Wood-cutters came they
And the family members
Agreed to sell off
The joint property
When the population outnumbered
And it urbanized,
The villages started taking
The position of townships,
Btu it could not be
In a day,
They first started cutting,
Chopping off the tiny branches
Then the logs
And finally pulling it down
The stem
Hewing with a saw
And with the cutting
Of it,
The memories obliterated it,
The memories of ancestors,
Village-forefathers
And childhood memories.