Grand tree
Grand tree
Tiny tiller with two leaves
turn out twisted of underground tunnel
on a barren land cooked by sun.
Bold breeze blew, danced undead body
bowing head all sides, praying for unlost life.
Destined drop dropped refreshing eyes
shook again by air, spread leaves
to sense the drops diving down on body.
Raindrops ran blasting ground
mud missiled and splashes all around.
Boy came running covered with rain coat
fallen plant on floor from heavy rain fall.
clouds ruled sky with rage whole night
to break the boy's body but bad lose battle.
Next morning with empty sky rised the sun and tiller.
Today, boy lyes in his grave with closed eyes
but the tree stands in my backyard proudly.
When i hug the tree everyday
i sense my grandpa's warm wrinkled hands
in the bark.
It leaves all its leaves to stand empty
but i find still silence in its emptyness under it.
It stands strong in center and even
saved my family from flood as a refund.
I spend noons with twigs and
stare stary sleepy skies in its arms.
My grandpa is not in stars, he's with us,
securing us with their shade.
He is a star but not in stars,
he is with me, in me and my tree.
-Lochan Chugh
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