An Old Story

An old story... I tell, but you can't recall! Those redolent rose petals once crushed under the time-wheel can never come to life! Many Springs and Autumns passed from then... I'm still here at the same place, but miles away in time, like any stoic banyan! A long ago I stopped greeting my newly sprouting leaves and looking at those fallen at my feet. When you perched on my topmost bough; as I said, a long, long ago, I had some odd tickles..something new that gave me a taste sweet and unforgettable! But you're business-like, I suppose... looked around, flashed a lovely smile at me, pecked few fruits, made rounds, collected fallen ripe fruits from the soil around my feet... all the while smiling at me and alas flew away without a parting word! A rendezvous so short, that lasted just few minutes but of lasting impression. Now again you came back and perching on the same bough, that became older now and creaking with sugery reminiscences! Your stares are queer, as if I'm a stranger or as if you perched on a wrong tree! Damn it, I want to say now all that I wanted to say then. But, what's there to say, as much as the empty wind my boughs blow and meaningless ripples my leaves whisper? But still, I insist... yes, I have a story to tell... our story, old story...age old story... but you can't recall!