My Wall

The bricks in my wall are as old as my thoughts.
Its as high as my esteem,
As strong as my will!
It's got a life of its own;
The little banyan, tender though,
but I know it will grow.
The birds those chirp,
the squirrels those hop.
The algae that grows,
the crow that crows.

Thought once I,
built this wall why?
Of the two sides it presents,
which part do I rest?
Is this a protection from an invasion
or my creative contribution to my civilization?

End of time from now on,
let the events decipher its true meaning.
Maybe it would have withstood that journey,
maybe it would have supported the civilizations to come.
For my thoughts are endless,
My esteem is skyless,
My will is impregnable!

The banyan may still grow, strangling me,
yet I will not whimper; as it is life afterall.
But what if...
what if you have a wall of yours?
Will you standby me till the end of time?
Battered and bruised, yet withstood...
My wall, our home of walls!