Hundred years seem to you
A very short journey
One day you drop
Like a tender bough
In the time’s whirlwind
Feeling scant of the saps
You sipped from the Earth
And wait for a new life!
May be many a life
To slake fully your thirst
Ignore the callus dwarfs
With stunted brains
Who may feel complete
Even at young sixties
They are just bonsais
At two feet from the soil
They claim of holding
The boundless skies in whole
With stars and planets
In their two clumsy fists
and Prem never told me about you.... A Banyan among Bonsais!