At that corner of a street stands a rugged tamarind tree
He can never be happy; he is always angry.
He's growing old, his joints, knobs hard and stiff
In protest he shakes his head, his leaves drying as constantly miffed.
They scale out his skin engraving names and embossing love
He looks ugly with scars and wounds from within and from above.
They would come to take rest under his shade for a while
and spit betel nut and tobacco leaf on him with a callous smile.
As if all those spitting sputtering stain on him isn’t enough
Casually throwing a banana peel at him, they would go away in a huff.
In a sleepy afternoon those naughty children would come
And throw stones aiming his tamarinds just to stay out of boredom.
On a busy morning in a hurry and flurry they would pass
flinging those cigarette stubs on him, to catch the bus they would rush.
That is why the rugged tamarind tree is never happy
He is always dismayed, and he is ever angry!
18 comments:
Poor tamarind!
You see and understand. You sing his complaints and give him voice with words as sweet as his dates.
I'm so glad you've posted again. I miss your writings. Thank you for you're continued visits and comments dear Moon.
I feel like the tamarind sometimes.
C D,
Travails of not only this Tamarind Tree but a lot of other trees, fruit bearing or not, due to human callousness put across in a touching way. If a tree could speak, this would have come out of it's heart.
Take care
Hi Moon, havent visited you for a while, I miss you! I sympathize with the tamarind, so old and aching and oft treated with disregard by people who take his presence for granted.......nice to see you posting at Poets United! Happy Sunday!
Poor Tamarind tree. What a sour, bitter life he leads. Hope I don't turn out like him!
ha! brilliant!
It is a bitter sweet story Moon just like the fruit of the tamarind tree; he has soured with age poor thing! He does not hear the laughter nor feel the love around him anymore.Great imagery I could see the lovers and the children and the old men chewing tobacco and spitting. Glad to see you back again I missed you:D
i feel sad for the tree...there to provide shade and oxygen, it gives only to be treated like that...
I can actually feel his pain.
We so often forget that a tree is as much a living being as we are, and so often take them for granted.
But without them, how would we breathe, and so what future would we have?
Thank you for reminding us of our sacred responsibility to these noble creatures :)
Many Senior citizens are treated like the old tamarind tree these days - no respect, lot of contempt & disdain, ill treat them
I feel sad for the tree and I feel sad for all of us ...once in awhile we feel that way. I missed your words my friend.
This is very cool, and I enjoyed it immensely. Your identification with poor old tree brought me into another place where I saw reality in a unique different angle, and it made me think that next time I will make sure I listen for the trees to tell me their story too!
We often do not respect what we take for granted...
Anna :o]
Beautiful personification of a tree, Moon.
Nice way of asking for respect to Nature.
I fully understand the old tamarind tree.
:)
You see and writing the not readily noticeable...and that's why read your fabulous work.
Good one.. I Liked it... :)
@Sandy......
Hi friend You catch the right point.Thanks.
This reminds me of a recurring fantasy. I keep imagining a revenge-of-the-trees scenario: what if they just get fed up, and start attacking us?
there is always a reason to someone's pain and/or behavior.
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