Evidence and Providence.

Poetry 16-06-2022

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A Pipal Tree,

Has taken roots,

In the middle of,

The main gate,

Of my house.

I was away,

For a few days,

The gate was locked,

And meanwhile, 

Rains had showered.

Waters inundated the place,

And then after,

A few months,

When I returned, 

The Tree was grown up.

Sprawling, speedily six feet tall,

A bit above the gate.

So I told the gardener, 

To cut the tree. 

He took the axe,

And in a minute or two, 

The tree had given way, 

But who knew,

After a few months next,

It grew up, more strong,

More splendid,

Full of vigor, and charm.

And then I called the gardener, 

He dug the whole ground, 

And said to me :

Sir the roots are strewn upon,

Everywhere,

And you can't stop them spreading. 

Oh!

Then I changed the plan, 

The gate was removed, 

And there was a lawn,

The boundary-wall was, 

Extended a few feet ahead, 

And the same gate was there, 

In the boundary-wall itself.

I knew within a few years, 

The Pipal would grow more, 

And the roots underground, 

Might spread, all over the place!

But I was happy, 

Providence is, 

The Evidence!

And the Evidence, 

The Providence! 

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