The coconuts at home
plucked from the palms at home
small and big in size
look like an entice
the green husk around
the twigs surround
fall they in a bulk
three or five in a sulk
the man atop the palm
climbs with ease and calm
knows the ones full of content
knocks them down with an intent
they fall making a noise
the tender ones of choice
brought down carefully
lest the water would flow awfully
the man chops the dry fronds
as they keep themselves in a bond
it is two in one all the way
coconuts and clearing the density in ways
nice to see the coconut harvest
I would do so every time with zest.
th a shy.
The rose is beautiful
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