sitting on the verandah
i watch the guava tree
standing like the shadow
of my grandfather
each branch is an arm
that he extended at me
to cuddle and hold
tight to his chest
sitting on the verandah
i watch the curved leaves
of the guava tree
being swept away
by the hot wind of
the noon as the
memory of my grandpa
by ripening age
sitting on the verandah
i watch the guavas
ripening into a
yellowish shade like
the folded skins of
my grandfather as he
readies himself
for the last journey
Well I also felt very sad when I visited my bungalow where I stayed for 18 years we planted Guava, Mango, Jack-fruit plants which gave us fruits for 10-12 years but the legacy of the same was not carried by the successor and when I saw the pathetic condition of it, many of them were cut down and some not taken care of. Nice poem 10++
Heartfelt, how often we relate things around us with our beloved ones. I am sure this Guava tree must have been plated by him which is still there and serving his next generation and will continue to do so.
Sitting on the veranda Nature observation It's a divine feelings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful metaphorical expression of nostalgic memories of Grandpa. Beautiful words Sir. Admirations.