By Reeta Sharma
Rocky firm, it stands in a corner,
weathering countless days and nights
along with their varying shades and moods.
Drama, verse, prose, and sermons
reflected on each and every side-
imagination shooting beyond the right.
I even visualize history, culture,
and sporting figures in all its forms.
Though insignificantly, it grows
at the distant corner of a winding road-
no walker dares ignore its mystic splendor.
Its dignity lies in the very essence of its presence.
Gleeful rendezvous-so many I had
with this naturally growing thing.
In the freshness of the morn
and pleasant evening walks,
often was I lost in wonder!
Was this a naked tree
or the masterpiece of a sculptor,
who added all skills
to an already chiseled piece of art?
In flashes, I saw it change its contours-
a woman, a bird, a supernatural, a beast,
a bloom, or a symbol of events.
It beckons me to nearness
when hurriedly I bypass-
to share a few secrets and affairs,
as though I was a confidant
and would never divulge them to the world.
Enchanting barrenness
can be such enlightening a scene of magnificence,
parallel in beauty to all that causes exaltation-
was a question.
Its leafless, un blooming branches held a treasure,
for there was a question
for onlookers to discreetly discover!