Saturday, February 18, 2012

Silver Oak

It happened in the spring of eighty-seven
A bonnie lass and a desi boy came together
And planted a sap which became a tree.

Nurtured by their care, pampered by their love,
It blossomed radiant hues until it bore fruit . .

Many a sultry summers, Many a harsh winters
Came and went, It grew despite all . .

Danced to the sweet monsoon showers
And stood tall
Against the test of times.
Now it's twenty five.

And every spring all hopes we bring
To see more branches flower
O tree of love, O tree of faith
We cherish your poise and power.