You stand there stately, meek and maimed <br />In a row and six in number <br />The green foliage on a rusted bark, <br />And still I have not seen you. <br />In my wild imagination I see some nests <br />And some birds coming to you. <br /> <br />You can afford thirst and live dry <br />You also are capable of being a national tree <br />To a country. <br />You are also known as weeping Benjamin <br />Why do you weep? <br />Once I am in your shadow I shall ask. <br /> <br />You are also a favorite of doves <br />White, grey, big, and small <br />In urban indoors you have made rooms. <br />May be you are the tree that I walk under <br />Every evening. <br /> <br />Are you Ficus or that other tree across? <br />But the gardener told me that he has planted <br />Ficus in front of my would be home. <br /> <br />Sadiqullah Khan <br />Peshawar <br />October 14,2012<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ficus-tree/
