old tree


It is an old tree
just outside the village
I don’t know how old it is
My grandpa, pa and I
Have played under it.
It has silently witnessed
All marriages, child births and
Death in this village.
Animals and idle villagers
Sit under it.
In the evening, when
Birds return home
Animals to their owners
Villagers to housewives
Old tree is blissfully alone.
Nobody sleeps under it
In the night
Tree always know
What is happening in each home
Who is in love with whom
Who is cheating to spouse
Who is happy and 
Who is sad
Old tree has learned
Just to be witness
That’s the secret of his long life.



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