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“The Banyan’s Embrace: A Song of Nature’s Wisdom” is a multifaceted poem celebrating the Banyan tree, symbolizing resilience and spiritual significance in Indian culture. It is divided into two parts: the first highlights the tree’s majestic presence and its connection to ancient texts, while the second addresses contemporary ecological concerns and the neglect of sacred trees. The poem urges a return to traditions of planting trees to foster a sustainable future, emphasizing the profound link between nature and humanity.

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The Banyan stands, a giant wise,
With limbs that reach for sunlit skies.
In Vedas old, its glory lies,
A sacred shade, where wisdom thrives.

The Srimad Bhagavad Gita’s verses flow,
Where Krishna taught, beneath its bough.
To righteous path, it helped him go,
The Banyan’s grace, for all to know.

Aerial roots, like serpents twine,
A verdant veil, where secrets shine.
Birds chirp and sing in branches fine,
While monkeys swing, in sweet design.

The Yajur Veda sings its praise,
A refuge holy, through life’s maze.
Life-giving water, its bounty raises,
A haven cool, in nature’s daze.

With leaves like tongues, the breezes greet,
Rustling tales, both sad and sweet.
The Banyan’s heart, a sacred seat,
For pilgrims’ solace, calm retreat.

Ayurveda hails its healing bark,
For fever’s bane, and a soothing spark.
Its milky sap, a healing mark,
The Banyan’s gift, leaves its sacred mark.

From ancient times, to modern day,
The Banyan’s shade, a guiding ray.
A symbol strong, though ages sway,
Of nature’s bounty, here to stay.

Beneath its canopy, a village thrives,
A bustling heart, where life survives.
Weaving stories, as the sunlight dives,
The Banyan watches, as time connives.

On banyan roots, the children play,
Laughter rings out, throughout the day.
A timeless bond, it lights the way,
Connecting generations, come what may.

With arms outstretched, it draws the rain,
Enriching soil, a verdant domain.
A cycle spins, a life-giving chain,
The Banyan’s touch, eases nature’s strain.

Banyan, Peepul, Neem, a wondrous sight,
Unleashing oxygen through darkest night,
While others slumber, their spirit bright,
Nature’s healers, a pure and holy light.  

The Banyan stands, a steadfast friend,
Its branches reaching, without end.
A symbol true, till time shall mend,
Of life’s embrace, that knows no end.

Ancient scriptures, wisdom unfolds,
Of Banyan, Neem, Bael, Peepul of old,
These sacred trees, with roots that run deep,
Attract the rains, the earth’s thirst they keep.

We’ve strayed from tradition, a path less green,
These guardians neglected, a landscape unseen,
The rains they dwindle, a cause for alarm,
Let’s plant these trees, weather the storm.

Respect these time-tested ways as our guide,
With every sapling planted, nature confides,
A verdant future, for all, imbued,
A lasting promise, forever renewed.

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