The banyan tree seemed to the poet like some mysterious knot containing all the mythologies and stories since ancient times. When the tree was cut down, its scraggy aerial roots were brought down, destroying an age-old massive existence of a being occupying a circumference of fifty feet. When it was brought down, the poet felt as if all the knowledge and experiences contained in the tree since ancient generations had been effaced. The sordid truths and the enlightened inventories had all been wiped away by the removal of the tree.