In the heart of the ancient grove, it stands,
A mighty banyan with outstretched hands.
Roots descend like whispers from the sky,
Touching earth with secrets, deep and sly.
Branches twist in an eternal dance,
Offering shelter, a timeless romance.
Leaves whisper tales of years gone by,
Of seasons turning, of the earth and sky.
Shade so vast, it cools the weary,
A haven for souls, both bright and dreary.
Birds find homes in its leafy maze,
In its embrace, they sing their praise.
The banyan speaks of resilience and grace,
A symbol of time’s unyielding pace.
Beneath its boughs, life’s circle turns,
In the banyan’s heart, a spirit burns.
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Echoes of the Ganges
Poetry"Echoes of Ganga" is a poetic odyssey intertwining the timeless flow of the sacred river with the deep currents of human emotion. This collection captures the essence of the Ganga, its serene whispers harmonizing with the joys, sorrows, hopes, and f...
