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Family: A Poem by Srividya Subramanian

A traveller stood dazed, then sat under a big banyan tree,

There came a man who sat next to him and gazed serenely.

He tried to gather a little about the traveller’s whereabouts,

 If there was a family who took him home when he was out.

Tears filled the traveller’s weary eyes and his reply was laced with grief-

“I have never shared warm sun rays with my children in nurseries,

Have never eaten melting ice-creams with naughty little ones,

Unrealised dreams crowd my mind, more than fanciful memories.”

He continued his solemn story, unthinkable to the man yet true,

“In starry nights I yearn for candlelight dinners and a touch of love,

Warm fires kept going by my mother for me, even with logs few.

And my father’s proud look and blessings when before all, I take a bow.

“O, traveller!”, the man cried unable to comprehend this anomaly,

“How do you face this unspeakable tragedy, none to call a family?”

With a benign smile, he said, “This banyan tree is now my dear family,

Gives me most what I yearn for, showers its love unconditionally.”

Thinking beyond the obvious, the man knew the traveller was true,

Nature is all-encompassing, a big family when we have none.

Omnipresent and potent it is, whose needs are just a few,

A family is irreplaceable, but nature is indeed our loved one!