Cursed with a pain of not bearing children
The barrenness haunting now and then
She chose to plant rows and rows of trees
of Banyan all along the roads and highways
Thus lived the blessed Tree -Mother.
Deprived of formal schooling and classrooms
She embraced nature as her true teacher
Adhered to the saying, where tree exists
there the humanity survives and thrives
Thus lived the blessed Tree -Mother.
Watching motherhood blossom in saplings
Poured affection into the trees and plants
She breathed her love into each branch
Nurturing green life, preserving every breath
Thus lived the blessed Tree-Mother.
The Banyan, she chose with sense and care
No flowers, no fruits the Banyan bore,
No passersby will hit with stone and more
With a network of roots the tree that grows
Thus lived the blessed Tree-Mother
The mighty giant the banyan trees
Live long and stand strong for centuries
Spreading dense shade wide and far,
A heavenly comfort for the sun-scorched.
Thus lived the blessed Tree-Mother.
With the banyan trees she lived,
The secret of longevity she learned
To the Goddess of forest she bowed
The Centenarian bid adieu and died
A legacy of a naturalist left behind
Thus lived the blessed Tree -Mother