The Jamun Tree

As Jamun gets crushed
in my mouth, 
effusing
the taste of nostalgia
all over my tongue,
an old Jamun tree is seen
planted by my grandmother 
on branches of which
my brothers and I
munched mouthful of
juicy jamuns
after fun-filled school,
scrutinizing the moves
of every villagers seen
listening to the songs
of Udit Narayan Jha.

A bitter taste felt
in head 
amounting to 
a fathomless pang. 
The Jamun tree falls.
A house is built 
on its roots.