The Old Banyan Tree

Day 21: #OctPoWriMo : Nothing remains the same

Attempted poetry form: abecedarian.

The concept today gave me the opportunity to re visit my childhood where I certainly went with high hopes of finding everything  unchanged but was amazed to see the alteration . It certainly made me realize that "Nothing remains the Same!"

Another year almost tumbling to a culmination

But I, sit here near the window sill lost

Clinging to the memories of my childhood

Dear to my heart, yesterday, today and always

Eager for a home-coming, but that seems like a dream

Frolicking across the terrain of memories

Gathered during my last visit

Happiness knew no bounds as I landed on home ground

Instantly my spirits lifted up and I felt determined

Jumping, running I covered the last few yards towards my home

Knocked on the old wooden door with delight- I visualized

Lo and behold! What did I find?

Moments later I realized that I still didn’t reach

No, wait a minute, my mind quizzed

Over there was a park just near where I lived

Playfulness of happy children filled the air during the evenings

Quiet, it was very quiet as the scene had changed!

Rows and rows of buildings stood there silent!

Somewhere down the lane stood a banyan tree

The same tree that had been our playmate innumerable times

Up we climbed, played hide and seek behind its thick trunk!

Vivid are those memories still, alive but cannot be re-lived!

Wondering what happened to those days?

asphyXiated stood there lost in a reverie

Year long wait to re- visit childhood cut short

Zealously the childish mind hopes that all will be same once again!