When Memory takes you too far.

When Memory takes you too far---

You relax under the Banyan tree,
Lighthouse for the ageless hamlet
Perceptible landmark for the searching,
Habitants gone, only roofings remain.

The Banyan sprouting far and wide,
marvellous emblem for lasting days,
Sturdy roots, yet not uprooting
The Byzantine agents of green recollections.

Blowing wind opens up pages
the voluminous hard work in my hand,
bookmarks fritter and fly ,
chapters rehearse facts of the present:

Echoes in the local temple where
Devout Sage on the podium preaches,
grab not, crave not other’s possessions,
amply Citing sterling worth from scriptures,

amidst countless vultures and foxes
who read in –between lines ,messages,
steering in the front, stabbing at the back,
the influx criss-cross temple precincts, chapter closes.

It is easy to forget, it is hard to erase
Memory ,anecdotes of childhood days,
Yesteryears and angst tracing you,
Living knit unto memory perpetuates.

You chase after those crows
Feline cats that sat in the backyard:
How your grandmother fed them!
Old tiled roof under which many

generations have augmented ,
swing you enjoyed swings in your memory
green , you relax under the old banyan,
How Memory takes you too far!