In its time ,the old banyan has seen the pond come and go, touch its feet depending on the white fluff up there.
When it comes, chances are that some unhurried women are watching their hair flow with the wind in it.
Its red fruits look delicious to eye and not to the careful straggling goat standing tall on the spread banyan’s feet.
The birds have a red conscience to keep in their beating stomachs staying clear of stomach upsets.
Goatherd is busy in the banyan’s hair up there while his goat stands tall on its feet waiting for branches to drop dead.