Nash Thomas Poems
The Real Fruit
My father planted two Rambutans,
On the back side on our lovely home,
Thinking that would bear fruit in right time,
And gain a little by selling the same.
Days and times were passing,
It rose to fifty plus feet high,
Flowered many times at right time,
But, failed to bear fruits all the time.
But we aren't like to cut the tree-
For want of firewood,
Even if, we are short of it.
When it raises to heights,
Lovely leaves and branches raise in air,
Showing the gifted joy of nature,
We all filled with joy.
Air is lovely with the ...
The Lost Dream
In the very early morning, a high pitch sound heard,
A sudden stop from the nice dream;
A long beard lean man with spiritual hand,
In a meditative mood,
His face is so calm,
His face is so loving,
His face is so inspiring,
He is doing his meditation in the rose garden,
In the midst of his Ashram,