Singing to myself,
I walk past the path.
The enormous trees on the promenade
stand still and straight.
“Salutations to you,
noble souls, I confide.
Overwhelmed I move
forward. Tears drop.
The cheeks turn wet.
I address them,
“Your grace is wonderful,
your generosity is unsurpassable.
The many uses of you
throng my mind.
The shelter you extend
to humanity attains prominence”.
I can go on and on,
for limiltless period.
Neem, mango, and coconut
trees grew with me.
Look fine and strong,
evolvea fortitude
I have become weak
ineffective to withstand the times.
Meenas Poems 