There was a tree outside on which parrots used to come and sit and also squirrels and watching them the genesis of this poem came about. The tree was huge and two parrots came and sat on it almost daily giving me a chance to watch them as well as the flowers and fruits and buds on the tree, and the other birds and animals if any that found it a place to shelter or play and feed in etc.
Near it was another huge tree that I could not see so properly but knew it existed from prior knowledge and in my poem, gradually, the beginning being the parrots, the development became about the tree, somehow, not only the guava tree on which the parrots came and sat but the huge tree that gave shade to the ground and people, if any, near it.
From where I sat I could see the wall of the room I sat in and the switches of the fans and lights, as well as a bean bag, red in colour, which was used by my wife, son and two daughters. To the left was the chair on which they could swing hanging from the roof, then a step, the dining table, the arch to the kitchen and the door of the puja room which we used as a kind of storage place, brown and wooden, and to the left was a computer table with a desktop and a chair for my son, and a shelf with a red phone that was a handset on it on the top shelf as well as some books for adults and children and some hymn books, etc. Then the door, brown, the front one, kept open for light to enter in and a wooden purple screen to keep my son who has autism from dashing out, then steps to the top floor and then the street and a wall and then this tree I was talking of behind which was the building of the army camp in which compound it was growing.
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