A Broken Fruit Poem by pada kambanji

To you, I am, but just a little fruit,
I am, but one lonely mango growing in the tropics,
a guava on a helpless quest to remain on your wild branch,
an orange cringing to feed on your love,
but your love aint for me alone.

To you, I am but one of your fruits,
we make your numbers, you make these tears,
we are but gentle souls holding fast to your branches,
each of us crying out for a ration of your love,
but you never give enough,
in your selfish quest to satisfy us all.

with the passing of each day I ripe,
growing useless before your very eyes,
and your hold on me weakens.
so you let me go with the gushing winds,
you watch me fall into the mean gutters,
and break my heart on the sharp rocks,
you smile as am trumpled upon,
a useless pawpaw left for the birds,
and you look away as I rot.

but in your arrogance, you never know my seeds will remain,
patiently waiting for the coming rains,
a season that will let me sprout,
and by day I will grow stronger,
you will watch me grow into a forest,
as I watch you lose the last of your fruits,
to mark the end of your season