A Friend Of Honour


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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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