The story teller

 

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Below the great white oak tree

there used to live an aged old man.

A tilak on his forehead

and a plait on his head

was his ultimate trace mark.

Children assembled in front of him

on every Sunday morning.

He was none but Storyteller!

Telling stories was his only occupation.

He liked to make stories

and sometimes even turn

real-life circumstances into stories.

He made faces, loved to articulate

verbal words into facial expressions.

Children loved him and called him

as their only great grand Pa.

Years passed by,

and he went on telling stories.

And on  one certain afternoon

he left this world forever.

Even now children prays for him

under the great oak tree

on every Sunday morning.

Still now the place under the oak tree

remains covered with greenish-yellow petals

to show him reverence.

Anisha Das.