Aging

My little bird,
I am aging...
Like a banyan tree
I touch the ground with my aerial roots;
My little bird,
Even though I ache
I would always bend my branchlets for you
To give you warmth and shelter you need;

My little bird,
When you come to me
and rest at my sprig,
We celebrate life, peace, and all that good!

Lucknow, India