Under a Mango Tree

On my journey onwards

I met a colossal mango tree

With a tired body and searching eyes

I stopped to break from my ironic spree

The tree stood silent

as I shacked in its shelter

and closed my eyes, welcoming peace

I don't reckon when it pushed me into an ocean

that birthed void waves

that sparked blank reflections

I like to think that on my wet mud

the tree then shed a few seeds

my searching eyes soon were placid

my journey for some unsung reason

had abruptly found its degage end

I no more needed to travel with time

for time too was to be set free

This was when I built my home

Under a giant mango tree

Shringi

20 November 2010