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Dear good old Banyan tree My earnest Pranams! For many like me, Hindus You possess supernatural powers Your bark is Lord Vishnu, Your roots are Lord Brahma, Your branches are Lord Shiva And your leaves are the resting place Of Lord Krishna. I will stand here Under your shade Praying For a long time Every day Until you pity me And bless me By granting my wish To be as strong as you In all weathers And have a tress Long and dense Like your aerial roots.
