Wide and tall, it witnesses many souls around
Scared thread across, it encompasses mortals heir
Withering in storm, it is passerby shades
Standing alone, it live to see lives many
Pond beside, is filled with nature gifts
The bosoms around, are never passionately looked upon
Children plays entire day, none to scold and call on
Concerns never drown anyone, all happy and gay
Fresh and clean, the pond is life of the lives surround
Festive is in the air, blessed with internal bliss
The baby goats run on the mound, tired, sit under the tree
Mound guards the pond from all sides, is the evening place
Villagers working in town, rush to sit around till dusk
They watch their cattle graze, coming from far on their own
Few remains till midnight, to watch the fireflies dance
At first light of morn, the birds sing their song
With spring, its leaves are back again
Sheds it few branches, gives space for new chain
Dry not any more, the peepal tree is alight and live
New faces all over, many lives just arrive
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