I have a son
who is always fun
climbs he on the trees
calls from there cheese
jumps down with a thud
tramps on the plants with buds
runs up to the road fast
turns back without a cast
plays on the heap of sand
rolls down with a noisy land
it is curious to see him play
Oh, I have forgotten all the more
the son of mine is young no longer
he is a responsible father now
his son would play the same way as of now.
Tag: tree
The neem tree in my garden
has grown in abundance
branches spread on all sides
with leaves sprouting on every place
a theme of contentment prevails
as I look at the huge tree so great.
A shelter it is to all who pass by
a place of rest to the tired
a meeting place for the hawkers
a play area for the children
a theme of contentment prevails
as I look at the huge tree so great.
It is a tree that gives no money
it is but a massive one almost a waste
says my neighbour with a heave and sigh
requires labour and time to sweep around
a theme of discontent prevails
as he looks at the huge tree so great.
He knows not the indirect benefits he derives
a
walk down the lane which lay bare and treeless
would teach him a lesson in a short period
the breeze he enjoys around his home
soothes and smothers his body and mind together
a theme of contentment he would understand
the next time he looks at the huge tree so great.
It has been a long time
my tree yielded fruits
they be yellow in a way
not very bright nor dull
a chaste colour on the skin
round they were in shape
neither too big nor too small
a pictorial effect they released
the yellow on the green background
the tree not so tall and big
modest and stylish on the twig
the lemon has such fragrance
filled the air with a flair
reluctant to pluck them asunder
stood there almost in a trance
if left on the tree all the more
would dry up and fall down
there be no use whatsoever
took them in the basket
caressed them with love altogether
soon they would be squeezes for juice
cut into halves and fours for pickle
the skin would lay in the trash
years ago the cut pieces of the skin
lay in the sun for days together.
powdered and sieved by my mother
used in daily bath instead of soap
a nourisher to skin lending a glow
a cleanser to the hair
turning it bright and glowing
Well, I have strayed away
from the tree to the powder
that be my way all these days
from one to other I jump
not focused and never attentive
to the script and to the points
What, a being I am !
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The Tree Calls.
The trees in the garden
called me near with a request
hearing their call I went closer
they bent down to talk to me
I stood on my heels to reach them
they bent into half or even lower
still could not reach me
I trying to lift my heels
could push no further
we , both at different levels
being able to hear each other
got into the conversation
with the tree asking me
never to cut her or uproot her
as she is my well-wisher
and would prove a great asset
with her branches wide and large
warding off the dust and pollution
remain faithful to my children also.
Stroking her with love
I assured her that I would never do harm
as I relish her company more than anything.
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Living On A Tree
Living on a tree
looking from high
see the world down
with men going up and down
know not where they
go
as there is always a thoroughfare
I see with awe
at the frenzy with which they walk
as is someone is behind them
chasing them with a stick
their face all seemingly worried
thinking of something that they have missed
I see all these from a height
feeling much for the human
who have lost all happiness
pursuing the mundane
There is a tree yonder
as all trees it is huge
with branches spreading over
standing there for long
withstanding the wind
going cordial with the sun that screams though
with such a harsh note as burning
it still maintains peace all through
having been there for a century
near a bridge that has been built recent
where thousands of people pass through
generations nearly three have seen the tree
being a delight not only to see
but a place where one can find shelter
the tree has served with happiness
seen many politicians who speak lies
promising good government to the people
but could vouchsafe if it is able to speak
that none have kept up their words so far
the tree stands as a mute witness to all the atrocities around .
It still stands stoic facing all the mishaps .
Long live the tree for many more years from now.
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Over And Above.
The over and above
there be a branch
butting out from a big tree
where there are many fruits
easily accessible to everyone
that being in an enclosed garden
the reach is little tamed
thought the boys did not let it go
they stood up on each other
one over the other like a pile
sufficient to reach the top
got hold of the branch
shaking it brought the fruits down
while the owner came running with anger
the boys ran off in such speed
while the owner stood there helpless
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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 thrives
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.
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 
come 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.
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My Lemon Trees
I planted a lemon tree
and with it another a little away.
The two grew in great spree
one beating the other in a way
healthy and lovely they grew
from a sapling to a plant fine
tuft and green in hue
a little while after with a shine
came out the flowers tiny
blossoming with a nice fragrance
thence shot up the little fruit shiny
dark green and small in reference
with mounted anxiety watched the fruit
that became bigger and bigger
turning yellow slowly in the shoot
it was a sight very magnificent in vigour
with a yellowish green display
enhancing the environment with a colourful play.
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