Staring into the dilapidated Zamindar Mansion

The Tree Knows It All

A Free Verse Poem And Shout-Out To Authors

Image clicked by the author

The tree knows it all, its branches, the leaves, they caress,
being that protective balm to the dilapidated structure,
crumbling into a state of nothingness, very soon, very soon.

The tree knows it all, its root, delving deep into the building humus,
forming a symbiotic relationship, soil to soil, communicating, whispering,
all the stories, from yesterday, ranging to today.

The tree knows it all, its bark, knows all the nooks and crannies,
all the stories of each brick, the red bricks, used, bit by bit,
to create this magnanimous structure, stories of all those wooden windows,
all the intricate designs adorning the building, now reduced to rubble.

The tree knows it all, the sound of music, classical singers and dancers,
performing, their voice, the sound of their feet touching the red marbled floor, permeating through the walls, lulling the tree,
to sleep, peacefully, all the rich texture of lights and an aura of hullabaloo,
a constant humming of liveliness surrounding the place.