by Pinaki Ganguly
We are like two trees
Standing a foot apart;
We never meet, we never greet,
But deep down under the surface
Beyond the eyes of this world
Our Roots have entwined,
Drawing nourishment from one another
We have but become one.
The winds brings us close,
Our branches have extended their arms,
The bees carry me your news,
The ants have dug a secret road to help us come close,
But still it will take ages for us to cover this one foot
Life stares at a strange cross road.
May be the next tempest, will make me fall in your arms
Providing you last nourishment I will face a slow decay
But our Roots have entwined
And a new ‘me’ shall be born from you.