An Old Banyan Tree
An old banyan tree,
Sign of strength and unity,
Her roots grow thickly.
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Banyan Tree
Banyan tree, banyan tree
that century old banyan tree
standing grandeurly for us to see
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Cool breeze passing through
seeking blessings of banyan tree
branches shaking in approval
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Glassy green with majestic trunk
touching the earth, not breaking free
shelter home for different birds
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Yellowish streaks, some with reddish tinge
welcome every season with a glee
symbol of eternal life
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Shedding leaves, like tears falling
a grandfather lamenting on its knees
new plants cuddling around
banyan tree, banyan tree.
Lord Buddha became its buddy
meditation was the only key
peace you get underneath
that is why it is banyan tree.
Banyan tree, banyan tree
wish fullfilling, it is banyan tree
just pray here and let you see
Banyan tree, banyan tree.
A life giver and just for free
Banyan is my national pride
preserve these at any cost
don't commit a homicide?
God blessed us with banyan tree
heat absorbing banyan tree
has healing powers this banyan tree
banyan tree, banyan tree.
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poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Sonnet- Nature Is Wonderful
A Banyan sapling's growing on the wall;
From near the drainage-pipe, luxuriantly;
Astonishing the people near-by all;
Its trunk looks almost like a mini-tree.
Look how, the leaves appear so verdant, stiff;
The aerial roots are three metres in length;
The tree looks gorgeous as if on a cliff;
And everyday, God gives it greater strength.
Bless'd is the Bird who spat the Banyan-seed;
Thanks to the water o'er-flowing from tank;
'Tis photo-synthesis, soil-less, indeed;
It cant grow fast like ones on River-bank.
But if the roots manage to reach the ground,
The tree will live a thousand years, ‘Tis found.
poem by John Celes
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An uncreative medicine
no hope
no friend
no family
no home
no nativity
no nationality
no fame
no name
no future
no points
no market
no identity
no possessions still a tree without roots
no relationship still a tree without roots
no anarchism still a tree without roots
no hiearchy still a tree without roots
no country still a tree without roots
no colours still a tree without roots
no degrees still a tree without roots
no certificates
no imaginations
no dream
no poetry
no fiction
no story
no news
no media
no happiness still a tree without roots
no genre still a tree without roots
no labels still a tree without roots
no names still a tree without roots
THE FOURTH EYE
of
A post-conceptual poet.
A victory flag will fly with democracy
There are so many falling roots in our banyan tree
We are the younger roots among these ones;
If these roots are anchored in the land,
it is an array of strengthening the
principal root of that tree;
Then - a victory flag will fly
Over the root that forms an array;
On top of it - frontal area of the flag -
There will be three thilaks - these are
FREEDOM
DEMOCRACY
SOCIALISM.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Entangled By Old Roots
time knows how to choke a face
like yours
time like roots of the banyan tree
smothers a face like yours
and you let it be
as you close your eyes and surrender
to this kind of death that for all these years
you have been asking
in your hundred patient prayers
your face is this stone
and these roots have entangled
what you do not really own
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Agamede's Song
Grow, grow, thou little tree,
His body at the roots of thee;
Since last year's loveliness in death
The living beauty nourisheth.
Bloom, bloom, thou little tree,
Thy roots around the heart of me;
Thou canst not blow too white and fair
From all the sweetness hidden there.
Die, die, thou little tree,
And be as all sweet things must be;
Deep where thy petals drift I, too,
Would rest the changing seasons through.
poem by Arthur Upson
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Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roooaaaaaahh
I believe
In Our Fate
We Don't Need To Fake
It's All We Wanna Be
Watch Me Freeeaaak !!
I Say
We're Growing Every Day
Getting Stronger In Every Way
I'll Take You To A Place
Where We Shall Find Our
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Rain
Bring Me The Strength
Is Breeding Me This Way
To Get To Another Day
And All I Want To See
Set Us Free
Why
Can't You See
Can't You Feel
This Is Real
Ahhh
I Pray
We Don't Need To Change
Our Ways To Be Saved
That All We Wanna Be
Watch Us Freak
song performed by by Sepultura
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Multiple Choice: Australia
The huge roots of the Daintree tree are known as:
1) fortress roots
2) buttress roots
3) art deco roots
4) neo-gothic roots
5) time-to-rinse roots
poem by Morgan Michaels
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A New leaf
There’s a new leaf upon the Tree
A thousand, thousand have been before
In the life of this great tree
Yet, the Tree rejoices, and is glad
For there is a New Leaf upon the tree
The roots are deep, and hidden
Tis one tree from root to branch
And lives in and through each leaf
The hearts’ smile resurrected
Through the New leaf upon the tree
Like the stars of heaven
New leaves have been many
And so they all are One
For they all share the same root
Bless the New leaf upon the tree
Perfection in the Blessing
Joy released in tears of love
The strength in life will comfort
From root to God above
A New leaf upon the tree
Beauty, Truth, and life
Complete from root to branch
When life’s cycle turns
Leaves fall to nourish roots
And behold, a New leaf upon the tree
poem by Adrian Wait
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Bonsai
and why
betty should i settle
for the lesser dreams
of this bonsai?
why should
i distort my growth
in your view
of a miniaturized
world
when i can have
hands as big
and as spread
as the roots
of a banyan tree
when i can have
tendrils and tips
as free as
wild to touch
the blue clouds
hanging
on a cliff?
let me be,
you do not own me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peacocks and Nightingales
Danseuse peacocks frequently assembled
Under an arbour of a banyan tree
And enacted among themselves their skills.
Each came with mind and eye set on
Its feat and went with no notice on others feet.
Melody queen nightingales often gathered
Upon lush branches of a banyan tree
And recited among themselves their skills.
Each came with mind and ear set on its tone
And went with no effect from others’notes.
Peacocks and nightingales for dance and music
Aren’t good audience; it must be ducks and doves.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Raise Your Head Fearlessly Above Shade!
Look at the Nature around,
whether trees and plants know or not,
Their roots surly know,
water that quench their thirst,
where they can find minerals for growth,
Are in this soil and in the Nature!
Animals live in nature's garden,
birds and butterfly,
Know where they can be happy!
O man, know for sure
tender plants with tender roots,
Need shade and care,
no tree can grow under shade of another tree,
Come out of shades and shadows,
Once roots become firm,
once you absorb essence wanted,
Raise your head fearlessly above shades,
Breath the fresh air Rain and sunshine,
feel the heat and cold to become free,
The potential is there in you,
Open the packet of reasoning and wisdom,
Never bury it,
What Almighty had embedded in your heart!
The fountain of infinite bliss is within you,
Never thereafter you feel thirsty,
More you can share the fruits,
With that sweet knowledge,
Whoever thirsty can sip it till his own roots grow,
You are done,
you have done!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Strong And Sturdy Branches
A nibbling on the roots of the tree,
Has been done for so long...
Those questioning the growth,
Of persisting to do this...
Infuriates the ones believing this is a custom.
A ritual believed should be kept as is.
Although all agree attempts to establish a unity,
Should be a group effort first...
To discover why the tree seems to be without,
Strong and sturdy branches.
While dismissing with discouragement...
Those reaching to bloom to heights.
'No one seems to know,
Why progress for us has been extremely slow.'
~Really?
It's a mystery isn't it? ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tribute To Professor P.Sambamoorthy
A tiny seed grown into a Banyan tree
Shoots noted aerially in deep roots
To grow repeatedly for aeons
Till the Earth's last breath
Blown out musically
Faming on into the ether...
Look, the wide mouthed sky
Exclaiming over an immortal service
Raga Devathas felicitating..
Advocated his musical eminence
The morning raga in the curriculam
Thence
The Sun in its universal voyage
Singing and preaching his words
Moon too along with the dancing stars..
The glory of a musical personality
Albeit a face of an attorney
Found founding a modality
Musicality in Madras university
Prof.P.Sambamoorty..'Maker of a musical century'
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Foreign Roots In Desert Fall
Foreign Roots in Desert Fall.
It is sad to watch the big tree wearing a vast crown of hubris,
casting demonic shadows it allows nothing else to elevate.
Blows leaves of steel and stop anything that may help a small
bush grow. Once this tree was admired, an example how fast
arid land, fit only for the native Arabs, olive trees and goats,
grew into ten thousand blood dripping roses. In time,
countries far away came to fear this tree’s voraciousness its
boughs try to strangle the world; it is as it needs to govern us
to feel safe. Until we saw its weakness: ” This is a frantic tree,
a foreign plant in agony it has lost its purpose, has no ethics.
Worse of all its bark is scabby, roots are shallow; the tree can
tip over if our anger and disgust get to be a lashing hurricane,
which upend the tree; and its leaves will forever restless rustle
on the road to nowhere.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Sorrow Seeks...
Sorrow Seeks...
Sorrow seeks...
Like the roots of weeds
And as the roots grow deeper
the weight descends
Like gnarled hands grasping at your throat
Choking out the beauty within
A dandelion with a face that glows of golden sun
But within the soil it's roots grow so deep
With one pluck you think it is gone for good
Only to return stronger than before
Sorrow seeks...
Like the roots of weeds
4 April 2008
Get The Trees Wedded, Be Blessed
Carrying on with the wedded dolls
Once all were we kids
Had we any to disclose
The dolls to wed reasons?
What the reason sparrow marries crow
Pongal blessings we how borrow
Just tradition that custom perpetuates
Logic have we any to discourse?
And drive the drought wedded the donkeys
Thrive by the thought myriad ways
Why they taught old years' sentiments
Do ask we our immeasurable doubts?
Laugh off and shirk, don't we?
Yet get the trees three wedded
Sure we be blessed
Peepul to neem, peepul to banyan
Ceremony like man and woman conjoin
Matters not who to whom the matrimony
Spin around the trees breathing in the air free
Myth doeth guide us warded off evil
Lores fill with babies women fertile
And thank then the air the neem
Purifies, consecrates to gleem
True, this and that of the tree whole
Fit with humans properties medicinal
Born under the shade of a banyan
Like Krishna kids celestial in sworn
Root to top of banyan
Help cleansing toe to head pollution
Tree of wisdom the peepul
Envisioned the sages aerial
Curative qualities peepul's natural
Enlightened Buddhas many on earth eternal
Plant them, grow them friends
A pharmacy of nature in abundance
Get them wedded; Their myths and lores..
Let be; Let be too their medicinal scores
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The strength of a tree lies in its roots -- not in its branches.
Kindness
Things are destined to be lost
To be broken
The leaves fall and rot
At the foot of the tree
The roots soon shrink
And become part
Of the indifference of the
Rocks and the soil
Things move out
And up
Like vapor and then
Change their forms to air
But there are those that weep
And keep
Whatever was lost and destroyed
The leaves they take with their hands
And the roots
They stroke with the toes of their feet
Caress and
Kindness their virtues
That humanity has soon discarded
They grow the seeds in their hearts
They keep the fire of love
Burning
And the earth and the sun and stars
All smile at them
They too grow and scatter and travel
To all the places of this earth
Their forms too many
The gods know
They too must grow and get the world
Of the grass of sorrow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Coo coo coo
Coo coo coo
somewhere here and there
At my mango tree somewhere
At my neemtree somewhere
At my banyan tree somewhere
At my bael tree somewhere
Somewhere somewhere somewhere
Coo coo coo.
This song is yours
This song is mine
This is our song
We all are here
This is ours
Our life is here.
Coo coo coo
Everywhere I wander
Wonder and wonder
unable to move but stay
Here I am with my
Lost time and space hay.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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