“A Banyan tree I am,
a marvelous one at that.
This gigantic form
have I taken
out of a very tiny seed
like an atom’s mighty power.
Grown on the bloody mire of sacrifice
and watered by human tears,
my branches leap boundaries
and extend as my vision goes on.
I am the refuge for birds
longing for shade
from my ever-green branches
and the exquisite taste of my fruit.
Varied indeed are the languages
of the varied species of birds
of many a hue,
but the thought that inspires the song
is the same for ever and ever.
I’m the tent,
where birds that toil and moil all day revel.
On my branches gets inaugurated
each season of festivity.
My Veda of eternal relevance is Truth,
I preach Love and Peace,
the time-tested ideals. (Exhil Vendhan)”