The Jacaranda Tree, while still blooming Has died a premature death. The Rajpur Road, shorn of her beauty, Has lost her fragrant breath. Heard a loud wail of cracking and a painful thud The birds resting on the branches flew away as he cascaded The road he sheltered, took him with a shudder The tree beside him, watched him go like a helpless beloved Only if his roots could hold him tight, he sighed! The concrete base, had stiffled his sides! A thousand wires entangled around... Suspended in air, I could only look down... He, who could hold almost a whole universe He, who could inspire with his beauty -art and verse He, who had yet so many glorifying years to live He, who had to suffer the development curse. I bowed my head in reverence and shame Prayed a tearful prayer in his name He lay in silence without accusing For he never played any greedy games The rains are not guilty, they still pour in grief He always welcomed them with shiny green leaves The guilt is ours, the blame is on us Our lust for land has turned us into thieves... Or much more than eyes perceive? The Jacaranda Tree, while still blooming Has died a premature death. The Rajpur Road, shorn of her beauty, Has lost her fragrant breath.
manjrisharma 
A healthy Jacaranda with blue flowers, gone. I can feel the pain, Manjari. I haven’t seen one at our side and to think not long ago, they were everywhere along with the orange blossomed Gulmohar. I wonder, do trees still grow in Dehra? I suppose they do in the pages of Ruskin Bond’s books.
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Wanted to preserve the memories…even the sad ones are sacred.
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Sad to see the fallen tree.Its still green use to give shade so many had passed under or had a picnick under.selfless person must have planted and people enjoyed.Nothing last for ever.🙏keep writing.Jaya Joshi
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Jaya, thanks for the reminder…nothing lasts forever. We forget this all the time!
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