Backyard's Banyan Tree


In the backyard of my house
There is a person who is always drowse
 He can’t walk nor is free
Well he is backyard’s banyan tree

I talk to him and share my views
He patiently listens, and never has an excuse
He is my bestie and loves me
Well he’s backyard’s banyan tree



But why do I speak to and talk with someone about my fate
Who can’t get me clearly and is inanimate
But he is special because of some mystery
 What mystery is of backyard’s banyan tree

The mystery is that there is no one to talk
To laugh with or love or to mock
As human interaction has come to an end
Their interaction is restricted by likes, chats and sends
Their eyes are stuck to screens, their mind is engaged in phones
So whom shall I talk to then, is world a NO SPEAKING ZONE
I find only one person to talk with, the one who is always freezed
He is my beloved backyard’s banyan tree

             At least it remains where it is, and carefully listens the story of my life
         Not like humans who just ignore me and make interaction a tremendous strife
     Sometimes I think that are humans like these, who are said to have a gift to interact
              Well I am bewildered in such situations, we surely must check on this fact
      Technology has now surpassed true interaction, now only one person is there for me
   Well he is none other than, backyard’s banyan tree!!


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