My Neem Tree!

 Stretching her arms wider,

She keeps the air in her embrace.

Swinging slowly higher

We breathe in a layer of pure air!

Like a guard she stood there

Preventing the evil eye’s stare!

Rolling in my bed

My eyes casually look -

A cloak of darkness around her

Made me shudder!

Waves of chill air moves in

And tells me not to fear!

Smoothly blows the morning air –

The fragrance of blooming neem flowers

Spread through the air -

And lets down a shower of flower.

An unseen arm sets a shape of bower!

Reluctant to tread on it

Beetles took a way around!

A missing splendor in my life - still

Throbs through my veins

Wishing me I am not far from my gain!

 ~Kalai Selvi Arivalagan~