The Fruit Inside Craves.

The skin of a fruit is lush

looks beautiful when fresh

the skin turns a sag

seems awkward in tag

yet the fruit inside craves.


Easy to peel a trousseau  crinkled

the loose ends that hold the wrinkles

fall out as the snow flakes

none would wish to go in for a take

yet the fruit inside craves


The fresh one has a robe tight

gives a nice opposition in fight

hard to peel them

any one would hold it as a gem

yet the fruit inside craves.


That be the plunge in  all

be it a fruit or any in a call

the wealth, the power and  the glitch

would  deliberately demand a pitch

yet the fruit inside craves.


It  could be seen in a  semblance

the one out for deliverance

would be an one of the infinite

could be nothing of the definite

as the truth inside










Flower, Grass, Tree And Man

the flower blooms 

signalling prosperity

the grass grows thick

indicating fertility

the trees yield fruits

showing out their fecundity

the man  powers his strength

destroying the fellow human

the one or the other thrivesflower sman_and_nature_164025

not for their own

but to make others happy

while man gets stronger

turning his own breed unhappy

while tormenting the rest.

That is a flower

a fruit and grass

Well, that is also

the man at the last.





My Worth.

The days I have lived

should it be fair enough to say

the years I have lived

that sounds good considering my age

have been spent on nothing I feel

having lived like a tree or plant

No!  that would not be a befitting comparison

as they have given shade and yield

I have been through with no initiative

just eating and sleeping all through

doing nothing serious and practical

can I ascribe my existence to a stone?

Oh!  that would not be a proper equation

as a stone has stood the test of times

remaining patient for centuries together

but I am worthless than a stone  greatly

Well, did  you say only now you  have fruitcome to know

with a jeer and a smile in recognising my inability

Well, that mockery is not without relevance

as I had been all through irrelevant.



OIL Palm _Haiku.

Small berries  together

go to make a fruit

called oil palm.


Being orangish black

they shine like black gold

bringing  great gain.


Heavy and husky

weighing well over with density

oily and lascivious.


Dotting the equator

are Malaysia, Indonesia and Borneo

home to palms.


Many do engage

growing oil palm in hectares

earning revenues high.


Being great spinner

of money and oil together

oil palm proves oil palm fruit resourceful.


The Foremost Fruit

mangoLascivious it is
Beautiful it looks.
Colourful it appears
with a tinge of green
and a shade of red
with a spray of yellow
Looking round and plumpy .
Seem to have flesh in excess
posing a picture of happiness
and granting a look of prosperity
the fruit dangles in every shop
during the season in the months
of May and June.
Well, it is a great fruit
affordable and lovable
amorously called Mango.

Actions Experience green Message Poem threat. Transitory

Introspections Strange.

parrotWhat is it high up on the tree?
It is shiny green dancing in a spree.
Is it a fruit hanging down?
Is it a bird looking down?
If it is a fruit it must be a peach
high beyond the reach.
It could also be a mango.
oscillating in a tango.
If it be a bird it must be a parrot
likely to read the destiny like a tarot.
It glitters in the sunlight like a beautiful emerald
the thick green signifies a glorious herald.
It shows a pale green standing for unripe interventions
symbolically leading to many untold intimidation.
Curiously looking it is both fruit and bird.
The bird pecks on the fruit while perched on a woody gird.
Tiny bits fall down from the tree in intervals.
The fruit opens out its flesh in an unravel.
The parrot sucks the lascivious flesh in a stroke.
The seed falls down miserably in a coatless broke.
Oh! there is nothing brilliant high up on the tree.