FORGOTTEN TALES
Forgotten Tales
Strolling silently
In the wilderness
I stopped by a Neem tree
With branches wide,
Stretched to welcome
A tired visitor
To dream ceaselessly in its soothing shade
Its sole companions
Are the chirping birds
Leaving the tree every morn
And returning when they are fed.
What stories it carries within its shadow
Tired visitors might have
Unburdened
Their lonely hearts,
It might have heard
Tales of lost friends,
Or new found love
Children might have played under his watchful care
Its shade might have
Patted to sleep
Some fallen warrior
After a soul clenching battle.
I touch gently its majestic leaves
And feel forbearance and resilience
Flow through my fingers
Warming up my veins
Like liquid light seeping
with a gentle hum
Overwhelmed completely,
I write a few lines
Of poetry
But,
Like the others I too shall leave.
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