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The huge tree in my backyard


Oh, no, you are wrong.
I give my best when men leave
My parting gift is the best.
When they go for the final rest.

I’m a huge tree standing firm on the ground,
Deep rooted, branches spread high and wide;
I give men everything for living,
Food, houses, carts and boats
But, the best they receive, is while leaving!
Yes, I give them firewood!

Placing them on my lap, as Mother Earth does
I pat and say, ‘relax, why hurry?
You have run enough, stretch, sleep,
And sleep’
Then comes the fire, with thousand tongues
Licks me with love with all its tongues!
And in no time we are one,
There is none to block our way,
we carry the surrendered to the sky.

The wind hugged me, I didn’t become the wind;
Drenched in rain but didn’t become water.
But when the fire touches , the firewood becomes fire
If water is the start, fire is the last.

‘And Moortis in between?’

Yes, with AvAhanam in water, you start
And with poornAhuthi in the fire, you end
AlankAram, archana and other aaraadhanas to idols
In between – that reflects your beginning,
Middle and end.

‘Oh, Tree, I’m safe in your hand to reach my land !’

2 thoughts on “The huge tree in my backyard

  1. Wonderful one, Appa! This post reminds me of a video I was showing the 10th grade (back in pune) which was on a similar vein as your post. I think it was called ‘the giving tree’. Just when we started to think all was going well, there were a ton of expletives in the video. We apparently played the wrong video. The kids had a ball of a time with the sudden shift in ‘mood’ and we had no saving grace but to rush to to the projector to turn it off. One of those huge ‘shouldn’t have happened’ memories 🙂

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