He was my only elder friend. <br />Everyday on my way to school. <br />I saw him and wondered. <br />He had the evidences of time. <br />A lot of knowledges and experiences. <br />He saw the basic instincts of us. <br />He, himself was a encyclopedia. <br />He, himself was a history of time. <br /> <br />But there is no sign of him. <br />This loss makes no sense to us. <br />But it clears the fact. <br />It discovers us, ourself. <br />To us no value of past. <br />To us history is nothing. <br />To us, our present is all. <br />But he had a lot to say us. <br />To say us about society, civilization. <br />About lifestyles, cultures. <br />Above all about our forefathers. <br />But we are out of emotions for him. <br />We emphasize our present than past. <br />And we prove our greeds. <br />We prove a great saying into a lie. <br />The old is old. <br />The present is gold. <br />Now on that way, while i walk. <br />I sigh and wonder. <br />There was an old banyan tree in here. <br />Good bye old friend.<br /><br />kafil uddin raihan.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-old-banyan-tree/
