Potted Banyan
Somebody had pinched it
Of its swiftness and vigor
Its might, its hands
Its roots, its girth
Its fearlessness that could
Challenge the sky
Somebody somebody
Mercilessly, gradually
Beautifully had stolen away all
Its mettle, stay-put spirit
Against hammering winds
Had been manipulated
It’s now bent in absolute obedience
Even at the command of mere finger-tips
They cashed on its innocence
And made it believe
This life, here, is
Beautiful and attractive
Full of green in youthful vitality
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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