a mythical Peepul tree...

See the Peepul tree there!
How with slabs of  marble it glare!
See those young lovers under it
How cozily on the marble they sit!
This tree has a story dear...
I can tell you, if you wish to hear...

You know...some stories lay like layers
Of dust on the downy staircase
Untrodden for several years
Not read by anyone...
 Such a story wish to share
With you, if you care...

It was a night
When the seven years' fight
Ended finally with aplomb
And from the debris like a defused bomb
He rose...and started the long walk home...
The night was still so dark
He lost all his memorized mark
He staggered still to find a way
To the dawn of the newest day...
He had all the hopes...
By dreams of a domestic beginning he was doped
So he walked bearing all the pain...
He walked through bodies maimed and chained...
His eyes were engaged in a search
For someone with brown curls he marched...
Someone who to him promised
To be for him when the rattling would cease...
So he walked searching for her
Under the curtain of blackish tar...
So he walked almost dizzy
Dreams of his love coming to him so easy....

He found her nowhere in her village
Only found her abandoned mirage...
Under a Peepul tree so leafless
He thought he got a glimpse of her lovely face...
So he neared the place stretching his hand
But his palms on the tree trunk did only land
He touched the bark of the tree and stroked
And got by tears fully soaked...
Under the tree there was a stone
Bearing her name, as it for him shone...
He dropped on the makeshift grave
Cursing his own wasteful life by God thus saved...
He clutched the stone by all his might
And for several days and nights
He just lied there and profusely cried...

After two weeks or so, a scavenger party
Found how a worn soldier on his love's grave got liberty
From wars and pains and wasteful life
How wondrously he for another world took the dive...

So...you see
How stories lie under a simple Peepul tree
Buried from view of all of us
A story become a myth thus...
If you just go and touch its bark
You could still get some hints to embark
Upon a journey to the past...a creeping shadow
Of love, which would you surely with a legend bestow...
You could then lose yourself into a myriad mystery
Of love lying deep there-a forgotten history...


















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