Sheltering Memories.

Over two decades ago on a Saturday morning,

We were off, just as the Sun began shining,
Two friends and I with my mother in charge
To explore the greens of Lalbagh by and large.

A short climb up the stone hill,
Rushing downwards was a playful thrill,
Walking along the lotus pond,
And waiting for touch me not plants to respond.

A gigantic tree towering over us with shade,
With words etched upon its bark that refused to fade.
We climbed its trunk and scaled the boughs
A tree which had seen many an unfulfilled vows.


A lot has changed since that Saturday morning in the park
Some friends remained, some relatives stayed
Yet the only entity that made its mark
Is an old tree that watched as history was being made.