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Banyan

Hand painting Ink Art Her first ever By Sakina Minhaj Shikari Banyan Every time I see an old one I bow in humility Seeing it spread out wide Always expanding

Expansively sharing All its bearing A landmark upholding history Comforting even in its shadow Worshiped, the abode of Moksha Stooping but never leaning Where the bulbuls rest and sing Such a fatherly lap that nurtures, giving all of itself Not a thing wasted, from fruit to root or skin Everything serves other beings I am in awe every time I see an old one admiring how it spreads I wonder how it does, branches stooping and turning to roots Firmly grounded Ever growing roots shoot stooped but umbrella spread such benign shade

Wondering how it can Hmm, only a banyan can From the Buddha to the nomad's sojourn only a banyan can! So I add another to my wishes For what I wish to be in next life A string-less kite soaring high A paper boat afloat or a driftwood :-D Hmm a wandering albatross without settling for necks And yes a Banyan tree! Shyam

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