Banyan Tree

In a far-far away woods stood a lonely banyan tree,
Predators hovering all around,
The death and pain was the sound to be found,
Tree's days passed witnessing howls and shrieks.

One day there was a change,
No! nothing looked strange,
Still every one heard the change,
Who is it! Who is it! Was the chatter?
A bird sang sitting on top of the banyan tree.

Cuckoo’s voice was full of tranquility,
The banyan tree felt rejuvenated,
Tree praised her again and again,
The tree asked the bird to dwell,
Bird liked the idea and said very well!

The tree gave bird its best orifice,
Made sure that water and food was suffice,
Protected the bird in sleepy days and dark nights,
The bird sang songs heart fully.

As phases of moon the mood of bird started to get ruined,
Bird felt her free spirit caged,
One day bird left roost,
The tree felt pangs of sorrow and pain,
Tree's sap of life started to drain.

One day an old owl came to stay in roost,
Owl tried to do the morale boost,
Tree narrated its guilt, while waiting for wilt.

Owl asked the tree,
Did it felt sorry when the old leaves fly & die?
Did tree felt the pain when the old twigs fall?
Did leaving of branches ever caused the sorrow?

Tree thought and sought hard,
Things happen and time pass by,
Tree fathomed that the agony was bane.

The untraveled path

Heavy boots shattering the peace of night,
Flickering rays of oil lamp pierced the darkness,
So many terrifying fables engulfed in darkness of this canyon,
He walked without knowing the truth of the dark nameless fissure,
He walked with fear in his mind but faith in his heart,
The flame fluttered like the fang of snake,
He hoped that dark journey would enlighten his tomorrow,
Once he discovered the concealed potion,
He walked steadily with presumptions,
Suddenly he bumped in a wall of rock,
He got hurt and felt nipping pain,
Still optimism triumphed the pain,
The vainglorious man kept on walking on a unknown trail,
He was defiant and felt insurmountable,
The destiny had a different plan for his zealousness,
He took the next turn and he traveled few hundred feet,
The few seconds of free fall were simulating,
The touchdown was excruciating,
With few broken ribs and ruptured bones,
The blood muddled the complete darkness,
The belief and optimism were all gone,
He was lying in pool of blood all alone,
There was a single thought that echoed in his numb brain,
Why he listened to his vacillating heart,
Why he walked this barbarous untraveled path.