Old Green Tree

A small kid used to play around my trunk
As he grew stronger, he started climbing my branches
He used to spend all his evenings trying to scale the branches
He wanted to look beyond the hills, where sun used to hide in the evening
I remember as a young boy he carved some lovely names on me
I also remember him excited when he got a chance to go beyond the hills to pursue his dreams
He did return one day full of smiles had a young boy of his own and lovely wife
They sat in my shade unpacked their lunches and ate
The father tried chasing the son on my branches as the mother collected some dried leaves for the fire
It was a cold evening yet they stayed way beyond the sunset
The mother, father and son had a nap under my shade maybe dreaming for a safer future...

Sometimes in the evenings, like a child, I stand on my tiptoes and spread my branches to see beyond those hills...



Tarun Chandel