#My Banyan#



Mornings now lost their 
hue,
As they come without you.

Many faces around I can see,
But a grave vacuum beside me.

Heart wrecks, eyes weep,
Still the pain doesn't seep.

Thick are veils those hide thee,
I shout, I cry but cannot see ye.

O' Cruel fangs, thou snatched  most exquisite Banyan of mine bower,
It's a wasteland now with no soothing shade for parched soul to shower.

Composed by
Dr. Mili Tandon

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