I saw that man long ago sitting under the tree
He was poor yet he never looked gloomy
His eyes were large and captivating.
His tremulous voice moved me
-Those who come to pray under the tree
Those who seek shelter under the tree
Those who eat small green leaf of the tree
Their wishes will be fulfilled
He watered the tree, swept the autumn leaves
Planted the shrubs
I loved the place-serene and calm
That I found nowhere else.
I walked there for his warmth
I used to sit on the stone bench
He talked endlessly
He told me stories of God.
I enjoy the shelter of the man.
I prayed for his good health.
I went out of the town thereafter
I came back after ten long years.
I searched but could not find the man
The man has passed away in sleep.
The tree has lost her sparkle
Dry leaves accumulated in a heap
No one to look after
Underneath tree, the weed grown
The stone bench has become dirty
No one sits there
.
Everything around the tree was grey
The tears have filled my eyes
I left the place without prayer
