As a being called Banyan,

growing on swamped wet bays,

there are deep holded roots,

bringing hope like sun rays.

Yes, its big leaves,

are part of that game,

when season after season,

they vanished in flame.

That brings grief to Banyan,

seeing its own part in ashes,

which once were like family,

now burning in clashes.

But those mighty roots,

always bring immense joy,

which although are uncertain,

about Banyan's favourite toy.

Although leaves will shed,

and Banyan will cry,

but well connented roots,

are like bays in a place dry.