Valsa George

A Bonsai

On a sea strand,
Have you watched empty shells
Mercilessly tossed from sea to shore
And from shore to sea?

Often I shrink and reduce to such a shell,
With jagged and broken edges
Colourless and empty
Lying half buried under the sand,
Among many castaways,
Waiting for the mother or father wave
To wash me away.
How tedious is my voyage
Shuttling from father to mother
And from mother to father
Unable to openly confess
Who weighs more
On the balance of preference

Through how many alleys and by ways
I have wandered, questioning my identity!
Am I a puffer fish
Being toxic, the fisher men have discarded?
Or a jarring note in a discordant symphony?
I wonder! I often ask myself!

Destined to grow
In mercurial climes,
Planted in arid shallow soil
With the tap root trimmed,
Branches pruned,
Growth denied,
I, a stunted bonsai!

Still I dream to be a towering tree,
That in profusion gives fruits and shade
A midget aspiring to be a Goliath
A hollow reed,
Longing at once to be the singer and the song!

Submitted: Thursday, May 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013


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The trauma of a teeager whose parents got separated and contending for the custody of their child! ! 1

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  • Gold Star - 20,115 Points Akhtar Jawad (5/31/2014 8:58:00 PM)

    My son is not having good relations with his wife, although their marriage was a love marriage. I and my wife always discouraged whenever they came at a point of separation. By now we have been succeeded to avoid a separation for the sake of my grand children. But this can only be done in a society where a joint family still exists. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 84 Points Yash Shinde (3/23/2014 12:51:00 AM)

    I have heard of homonyms, but sometimes there are poems too which deliver multiple meaning, .......u might not know, but this poem puts together a vast multitude of thoughts, and emotions.......its a deep insightful write, with beautiful essence of personification and imagery.......its quite easy to figure out the scene where you wrote this the shore of Arabian or at your bonsai garden (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,589 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (3/3/2014 10:39:00 AM)

    Very insightful with great imagination...........Valsa...........while citing trauma of teenagers like that of a bonsai wishing to grow but being dwarfed by systematically pruning................very nicely composed......... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 272 Points Marie Shine (12/13/2013 8:06:00 AM)

    A metaphoric gem in this excellently crafted write, Valsa. An artist with words, you create a picture for your reader of the desire of a little tree to be a big tree, in vivid visual detail. How sad that the little tree does not appreciate his own beauty and this can be applied to 'self' also, because unless very spiritually aware, there are not many human beings who love themselves enough, or value the beautiful spirit that they are within the human body. Like the beautiful bonsai, we are each unique. Excellent inking, which I thank you for sharing, Valsa. Blessings always... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,602 Points Geetha Jayakumar (8/24/2013 10:22:00 AM)

    Little Bonsai dreaming to be towering tree. But bonsai remain the same...Good comparison of teenager who life is struck in between the boundaries, neither here nor there.
    Beautiful poem. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 4,313 Points Savita Tyagi (7/7/2013 4:04:00 PM)

    This poem is thought provoking. Though the subject is looking at Bonsai with apprehension yet the beauty of Bonsai has its own identity, once recognized no towering tree can match it. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,706 Points Valerie Dohren (5/26/2013 5:29:00 AM)

    I am sure you are not like a bonsai Valsa, and that you are both singer and song - your poetry says it all. Excellent write, though sad and poignant. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 413 Points Yasmeen Khan (5/26/2013 3:13:00 AM)

    It's all steeped in emotions, sentiments and empathy for either oneself or someone else as a protagonist. Agony of a split personality is depicted beautifully in images from Mother Nature that adds grace to the poem. I don't feel that it's self-pity in anyway. nicely penned ma'am. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 245 Points David Wood (5/25/2013 5:21:00 AM)

    An inspiring poem Valsa, Life can be a real struggle for teenagers at the best of times. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,198 Points Kee Thampi (5/24/2013 11:11:00 PM)

    Longing at once to be the singer and the song!
    I wish to be with this beautyful singer (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,660 Points Diane Hine (5/24/2013 6:13:00 PM)

    A vivid moving picture that could mean so many different things and the explanation gives it added depth. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 141 Points Chandra Thiagarajan (5/24/2013 8:48:00 AM)

    It's heart rending to go through the poem comparing the feelings of the separated one to a bonsai and a midget ! Of ten it so happens, these days and the children become a wreck. AS A POEM I ENJOYED THE LOVELY WRITE, VALSA! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 2,460 Points Wahab Abdul (5/24/2013 5:03:00 AM)

    it purges when you put forth the emotions..10 marks as i feel the emotion on my heart.... (Report) Reply

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