Ancient

I, a million years old,
sitting underneath
shadow of my master,
admiring all blessings,
suffering each disaster,
time has been an endless companion,
seen Mother Earth’s magic,
then sapiens did the damage, so tragic,
tears dripping with some red colour,
through wrinkles of my age old face,
along-with traces of humanity,
lost memory, past my sanity,
now weak and senile,
thinking Samaria and Nile
are children of mine