Address to Nut Trees

o, my nut trees!

many a time I come to you

to find self under your dark shade

and solitude.

at wee hours in winter i see you dew-soaked,

in monsoon you shower for days

and glee.

in hot summer noons under you

farmers doze and allay their pains.

i am not your owner,

but I dance when you dance

and beat breast when you moan.