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Majestic, you stand by the road side

Watching vehicles as they glide

People, faces as they turn

To see your grandeur and burn

With desire to be so grand

You have stood still and grown

Bringing forth two of your own

From where your roots once clung

Amidst songs tiny sparrows sung

You have come to be known across the land

Cool summer breezes and gusty gales

Eerie nocturnal sounds and ominous wails

You have provided shelter to tiny birds

Tales of sympathy unmatched by words

Picturesque, the work of a magic wand

I had heard him talk about you

You must have known my father too

The old banyan tree he used to say

If only you could speak in a way

Telling me about him, your lost friend