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He sowed in the dingy soil of his backyard,
an inch of a seed of hatred; angst; ire!
everyday he nurtured and watered it, with
great care.
with emotions deep, of rage and vice.
Years passed on, the sapling turned into a
plant.
With vices and revenge brimming from every thorn,
and thus the tree bore fruits this way.
little green bells of round, they were
crude!
he looked at them, satisfaction a silver
lining in the void,
Now he could show off his pride!
least some steal of his crown, the miser put
a fence around.
he kept up vigil, of late night and dawns.
guarding what he thought his own.
thin and withdrawn he became,
from his daily rituals of pain.
he forgot love; thoughts of care and concern,
were pushed behind those frenzied frowns!
all was forgotten in this world, sans the
green giant in the yard.
then came a dawn after a night, more bright
than the gleaming daylight.
he looked up from his daily watch, tiny fingers reached up,
Encircled his world of pain, grabbing at the shirt’s end,
the cherub’s face lit up in toothless grin
Encircled his world of pain, grabbing at the shirt’s end,
the cherub’s face lit up in toothless grin
light flashed across the dark, thousand
nights of cold pure hate,
lay forgotten swept up on a far away shore,
carried thus far by the tides of love,
like a thunder in the night that strikes upon the cold earth and sets it alight,
like a thunder in the night that strikes upon the cold earth and sets it alight,
he found solace in the little urchin’s
heart, and saw divinity within.
every one reclaimed him back from the dead
his wife raised a thousands words of
prayers
his son thanked the universe above, for he
felt too beguiled to thank the stars!
but the clever daughter-in-law knew, what
was it that got him this due
and kept this secret hidden in the bosom,
least the green tree (of hate) reared again and claimed its prized throne!
the cherub ran askew all over the lawn,
everyday he thought of chopping down the
tree of yonder,
to make space for the tiny legs to run free!
he feared the unknown that pierced his soul.
days passed by in a haze
soon the tree and the fruits were forgotten; the little boy grew up in haste
the tree lay in a corner in the lawn, obscured
from mind and vision!
Soon the curious legs found its way around
the house, into the yard,
across the ground, to the dark formidable
green
what was shunned in haste, now found its
admiration in innocent gaze
the boy reached out for the tree, that was
begotten of hate and misery!
the gleaming fruits gleamed in passion
more, to have found someone to lure again,
as they lay scattered across the ground.
reaching out, the fingers curled around a marble
of green
that was poisoned with hate and prejudice
swift hands carried it to the mouth,
a cry of pain, a wail, a howl.
his heart recognized his years of efforts
in a bout, and his heart crashed against giant boulders in the sea of his tormented emotions
deep.
rushing out to the yard he cussed his stars
that had begotten the ill-fated moment when
he sowed the seeds (of hatred!)
there lay the child, a half eaten fruit of
vile between his teeth,
the dear face turning white and blue and
ghoulish,
until it shriveled up with all the hate
that the poison fruit bore,
amidst the laments and wails of the
departed,
deliverance over, the tree’s purpose
fulfilled,
it lay shriveled and dead.
