I, the Peepal*
Roots and snakes wriggle in loam
Mind’s tongue catches speckles of mud
A single nodule of…
The first ray of sunlight touched my leaves as I woke up to the chirping birds living all over me. One of them has given birth to an off-spring yesterday. The little one is crying for its mother who seems to have already left her nest in search of food. An early bird, will it get the worm?