In its time , old banyan has seen
Pond come and go, touch its feet
Depending on white fluff there.
When it comes, chances are that
Unhurried women are watching
The hair flow with the wind in it.
Its red fruits look delicious to eye
And not to careful straggling goat
Standing tall on the banyan’s feet.
The birds have a red conscience
To keep in the beating stomachs
Staying clear of stomach upsets.
Goatherd is busy in banyan’s hair
As his goat stands tall on its feet
Awaiting branches to drop dead.