|The Banyan Tree – A poem by Rabindranath Tagore
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond, have you forgotten the little child, like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you?
Do you not remember how he sat at the window and wondered
The women would come to fill their jars in the pond,
Sunlight danced on the ripples like restless tiny shuttles
Two ducks swam by the weedy margin above their shadows,
He longed to be the wind and blow through your resting branches,