Monday, June 16, 2008

Trees

Gnarled, huge, knotted, tree trunks
Grand old banyan trees spreading, an entire colony
True guardians of the earth, these sentinels
stand watch, century after century
Witnessing .... Time
I bow my head, god is here
in these temples of our grandfathers.

4 comments:

anj said...

it moves me; it's true.

Chandni said...

just a quick suggestion...change the name of the poem...if u can...i think it will completely change the way it sounds right now.

Chandni said...

Warriors of Time

how about that?

shrutanne said...

lovely name, chandni!! i'll change it... thanks!!