Back home the Neem tree
on the north east corner,
looks like a sepoy.
Stands watchful and.
Her imperiousity
apprehends trespassers.
Birds twitter and squirrels
squeal as they go up
and down. Fastidious.
Seasons ensue
a transformation.
Never she seems weary.
She embodies greenery.
Represents myriads
of medical formulas.
Unaware of claims
to patent rights,she
serves the race.
To me she is a friend
of honour, a teacher
with wisdom.
Meenas Poems 