Eyes towards the sky, In fervent prayers, Wishing for be consummated By all pervading nature. “If you are the giver, Then please be the taker”, Was the prayer. “This life of mine Is past its prime, Of no use now to anyone. Let me now crumble, Merge with your elements.” The building Which, till yesterday, had been a house, like a cocoon to those who lived there, Was old, dilapidated today. Like a mother, It had nurtured and cared, Happy in the exuberance Of its residents. Then slowly, one by one they had all left. The house became an empty nest. Under the cloak of silence, Emptiness chipped away At the once sturdy walls. The pleas of the house had an effect. One day, a banyan tree sprouted from its parapet. Very soon it grew and covered the house, Its roots spreading all over the walls, The branches sprouting out from the walls. Nature had moved in to re-possess, What was its very own.
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