The huge mass of a being
behaves with a discipline
year in and year out.
The one which spreads across
extends a shelter, a kind of support,
to the passer by.
She sings with the wind, whistles
when gentle, roars when fierce,
flexible as she could be.
Designing a carpet in appearance
yellowish in hue. during mid February
significant of an yearly occurrence.
Come May, the creamy tiny flakes.
lie like a mantle over the terrain.
resemble an embroidered bed spread.
An aroma fills the air.
The bulb like speckles
some green being unripe
others yellow fully grown
drop one by one in late July
then in two’s, three’s, in clusters
let out a pungent smell.
Bees and insects suck the juice,
an army of fleas emerge in quick.
All from the great Neem Tree.
Predominantly cyclical it happens.
never missed out even erroneously.