UNDER MY FAVOURITE TREE (poem)

                             UNDER  MY  FAVOURITE  TREE


A continuous  hum reigns  over  here
From  morning till  sunset
Of  bees  in their  tens of  thousands
Feasting  on  the  abundant  nectar
On this  generous  tree
With  a  thousand  branches
Spread  out  in  all  directions
A  thousand  giving  hands
Radiating  like  the  sun's  rays
Feeding  the  needy, without  fail
Here it's  a  mela,with  bees  and  beetles
And  kuruvis and other birds
Dashing  from  branch to branch
Up  and  down,beetles circling like helicopters
There's  no  fighting here
There's  more than enough  for  all.

I hear  Mother  Nature's  music
The  thamburu  of a thousand  bees
Undisturbed,uninterrupted, the whole  day.
This  is a temple giving  nectar  as prasadam
To  the devotees  and  tired pilgrims
This  is  temple, pyramid,lapa and umbrella
In one,an  impenetrable  dome
Against  the scorching  summer  sun.
This  is  an anonymous  donor
Born, and  living only to  give
Asking  nothing  in return.
This  is  my bodhy  vriksha
Here I  learn  lessons  of  love
Of  giving  and hospitality
To  give  without  asking
With  a  thousand  hands.