fencing fights for fruits
a posthumous play
venom in the voice-
like two world wars
men fought
two women fights
over the fruits
that outgrown the fencing
branching outside the borders
fruits that falls at neighbours field
deafening fights
I said
Both of you are right
They were confused
Four eyes furious
Looked at me
Four hands fisted
I looked at it…
I thought
How murderous can be some words
That mouth can utter
And hands that murders
I said
It the tree’s fault
Laden with fruit that falls
Unknown of the boundaries
Teaching you to share
You were right
That’s why you fought
You knew the boundary
It’s the tree’s fault
It grew
without knowing the rules
without knowing the boundaries
You should have told the tree
not to cross the border
eaten all the fruits
if you can
throw the seeds at me
for I need the seeds
to grow everywhere on earth
I can give you
Another seed
Plant it
There shall be more fruits
I said try this-
silence
mouth-shut
only sensibilities
of semiotic learnings
if you cannot teach,
learn
if you cannot learn
try to learn…
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