The Tree (A poem by Sanjay Chandra)

I see it every morning

Sitting on the tree

A solitary blue feathered kingfisher

Waiting for the dawn 

To fly in the sky

Certain in its skill

Of finding fish to eat

In the nearby pond.

I see him every afternoon

Sitting under the tree

A man wearing blue clothes

With hopes in eyes

For the steps to stop

For a shoe polish.

I see her every evening

Wearing a faded dress

Rushing past the blooming tree

After a day’s work

A longing in her arms

To cradle her child.

I sit here every day

Watching the sun rise

Against the infinite blue sky

For another beautiful day

Day of new blue flowers.

Oh! The Jacaranda outside!