The memory tree is with its grand canopy,
Sprawled over even with a single trunk.
The boughs into branches and then into twigs
And finally into narrow stems it have grown.
Here each branch is each each experience
The foliage of memories spurts on them
As time passes they may fall off
but the imprints as branches are there forever.
They are growing in all the directions
Some are dead and some are dormant-
that spring again with a gentle touch.
Some are strong and some are weak
And some have fruits and blossoms!
I looked at my tree, standing some three feet away
I saw the buds, flower and fruits
and the spreading branches too.
A flattering voice appeared and disappeared -
I want to pluck some foliage
and remove it forever!
One moment I leaned back, gained strength
to hug the trunk with force and
shook it again hard and hard.
The pearls - the water drops that the leaves saved
from the last rain
fell all over me broken as tiny droplets
save even single leaf !
My wet face looked up the memories
and they laughed at me;
We wont fall down how hard you try-
Thus said their smiling faces .
They are so strong now and ever not to fall
I was exhausted and stood there
resting upon the trunk watching the leaves
that swung in the wind.
My legs didn't have the strength to hold
and I slipped down;
I sat there leaning on the tree unaware
when slipped to sleep.
All the memories together carried me to
many many wonderlands
That were unknown hitherto for me.
I wandered here and there
silently, until a sparrow chirruped at me
sitting on its branch .
