Saw through a window
two plantain trees over and above
nestled they close to each other
looked like affectionate brothers
their leaves seemed to bid
their greenery was one of mirth
the potency was one of great wealth
not that of monetary in a sense
but that much of gregariousness
compiled with thought in diligence
the leaves store a lot of chlorophyll
long and broad at the same time
enough to hold many a dish in fill
their flowers are most unusual
look they towards the earth in a dual
have a unique colour of their own
a blend of red and pink in tone
hold they inside a store of values
medicinal to the most in a clue
drive they the toxins from body
its stalk seem so tender
yet have great qualities to render
they too have a strain acclaimed
befit they to the fame
nurture they the medicinal properties
fit enough to expel the kidney stones
the bananas that come out in stock
turn golden-yellow in a block
savoury they are all the more
delicious and sweet they are
eaten fresh or made into a milk-shake
become a curry when unripe
whilst they are still green
sauté with chilly and salt
fried deep or baked soft
A gifted plant or a tree whatever
you might call with pleasure
a sight lovely to look at
with awe and gratia true.
not how to come out 
Meenas Poems 