Treasure Island

samyak jain

7/11 Mumbai

in the deep recess
far away from the light
lives a neanderthral.

a giant in size,
mind firmly lent
to the nether of ideas
and morals,
the neanderthral
but human in shape.

the neanderthral
got envious of a tiny
'lop it i must',
he said to himself.
tree and i cannot
stay together.

so decided
he took an oversized
aimed at the tree
and cut it into two.

the smart tree,
the felled part raised itself
the same tree stood again.

the neanderthral
second time
dealt a mightier swipe.

cut but again
the giant was confused,

repeated the murder,
again rose the tree,
livelier, more vibrant
challenging the ogre
for another swoop.

upto the situation
the giant
conceding defeat
named the tree

the city that refuses
to call it quits.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 20, 2011

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