
Do the trees in JNU have a life of their own?
Do they whisper to each other about mysteries unknown?
About lovers sheltered under bougainvillea blossoms
About CSRD students debating on wheat versus sorghum
Though most trees are welcoming, some can seem menacing too
The latter must be hanging out too much with the Naxalite crew
The tree in the picture looks like its going out to war
If you spot it on campus, be sure to hail Mao from afar

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My eyes are now watery over this poem's inspiration
Inspecting it with naïve love of prosaic idealism
It's words remains behind gates of my heart through which countless generations of others poems have passed
It sediments itself, alongwith its poet, in the schwerpunkt of my self, looking forward to my past :P
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