I see this tree out of my window,
It’s so beautiful with flowers in spring,
Pink petals mixed with white,
Such vibrant colours in bright sunlight.
Full of life and quiet fertility,
Its shade shelters the frequent felines,
The tree looks perfectly divine,
I wonder why though.
Why does it look so beautiful,
So magnificent, who is its admirer?
As far as I can see, I find no other of its kind,
It looks so beautiful yet carries a solitary tone.
If there were many trees such as this,
Would it look as gorgeous as now?
Or would it become ordinary?
Would it be happy among more of its kind,
becoming ordinary,
Or would it rather remain this gorgeous living
art in my garden,
With all the fauna living their hearts out
beneath it?
I don’t know if it understands us, this beautiful
motionless existence.
Does it matter to it whether we earth crawlers
praise it at all?
Is its exuding beauty a silent cry, longing to find
more of its kind?
Is it telling the birds to spread the word?
The word of its existence,
The word of its beauty.
Times have changed how things are done here,
and birds have changed too,
Their ways, even their verbs.
I took a picture of the tree and showed it to my
friends, posted it publicly,
And people from all over the world saw it,
All praised its beauty.
I wonder if some of them have seen a similar tree,
Will they tell their tree about my tree? Will they
become tree friends?
I wonder if the tree out of my window knows
this happened,
I wonder if it would have consented, or been
happy about it.
What if it did not like being captured?
What if I did not do a good enough job showing
its beauty to other trees?
I could never know.
I would like to believe it’s happy,
But even if it isn’t, I wouldn’t really know, would I?
Sometimes I think, why would such a
magnificent tree be born outside my window?
It should have graced the garden of some
inspiring persona,
Maybe a great poet, a great mind, someone
truly important,
The ones for whom songs are written.
In those songs they could have used this tree,
like Newton’s apple tree,
And people would never hear the end of it.
But it didn’t.
Such a magnificent tree was placed in our backyard.
Not naturally, no. It was brought as a sapling
and planted here.
We did not know it would become the
extraordinary, gorgeous existence it is today,
But we truly hoped so.
Now it lives among us ordinary folks,
my beautiful tree,
Oh gracious you are,
I will tell everyone how great you are.
Don’t you worry.
For I know one day it won’t be spring anymore.
I will keep you in memory and cherish you the same,
Long after the birds forget your scent.
For I have seen you shine, rivalling the Sun,
For I have seen you in winter when the leaves turned brown,
And you still looked beautiful in a careless fashion.
I will look after you, oh my beautiful tree.
And ages from now, long after we are gone,
People will still say,
Such a beautiful tree.

In a progressive society also, there could be extreme measures taken to ensure none can take ownership of the commodity called Wife after a man’s death as not a long time ago this country itself was suffering from Satidah. And the freakish thing about it was at that time it was socially justified and was morally acceptable as well, logics were inferred that if you take an oath to be a partner in life and death and life after death then its only romantic for you to die when your partner dies. Now this is quite unthinkable right now but back in the day if some woman thought it so then she would have been criticised by the society. This gives us the insight that Our moraliy and ethics should not be static or firm beliefs they should be challenged whenever our perception changes or grows. The mediaeval customs are mostly perished but still the relics of patriarchy remains. One can argue a person should only go with a partner who believes in same ethics as he or she does but that leaves out a question for us, what if this acceptance of a dominant symbolism is just as wrong as accepting Satidah in their respective timelines? What if some certain man a century ago was so ahead oh his time that he accepted marrying a widow without any second thought but the society around them cursed them for it. The society has no place in their decision making but it can sure smash a newer thought to dust and thus unnecessarily slow down the path of progression. For all I could say we need to accept the other person in our lives as a complete different person altogether, in that we respect their individuality and unique personality. I can fall in love with a woman for all the reasons there is and for all the reasons there isn’t but what if suddenly she says, she won’t be displaying relics of patriarchy by wearing vermillion on her neatly parted hair that her mother told her to maintain since adolescence? Shall I forget all the love I have for that woman upon hearing this and declare it a deadend for our relationship? Or should I make her believe that for sake of social acceptance and my inner cowardice of not being able to fight the social norms for better, she should wear it even after she found a profound reason not to do that? Or should I use the old trick of forcing her to do it for Love or should I use my ego and peer support to logically or forcibly brainwash her mind in a process of questionable enlightenment so that she would submit to acceptance of it herself and would feel guilty of thinking as such? This lives me with one diring question of what would I have done if I was born two centuries ago in the age of Satidah