Gauva tree and mother
The gauva tree in backyard n she..
Onlooking the trends of time together
As if been used n forgotten is destined to be..
Left behind unnoticed now,
Once laden with juicy fruits..
Hollow n brittle shafts,
Which once held swings of impish pranks..
Parrots n cuckoo nesting n cooing,
Nibbled fruit n flew away without bidding thanks...
Itched n bled by names of me n my comrades ,
Deals made in exchange of gauva ..
the tree stood tall..
witnessed the barter..
Frolicking beneath in shade,
we grew older n tree grew falter..
Mother too nurtured me n my fellows,
With splendid love,delicacies n served laughter..
Sharing with us, the tales of her times,
When tamarind,candies were bought in exchange of dimes,
Giving her all,While she was in primes..
Now, left alone with memories ,
Sitting n waiting hopelessly under the shade,
And letting the years passed,
As echoes of laughter get fade..
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