Dr John Celes (14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)
Sonnet: If Only Crops, Fruit-trees Grew Like Wild Ones
They cut wild trees to make room for a few,
So that they grew with ease with landscape neat;
But lo! There sprung to life down-growth anew:
A forest wild appeared in rain and heat!
How fast they grow, wild shrubs and plants in rain!
Seeds sown by human toil grow by snail’s speed;
But are the trees in wild, a boon or bane?
God made with purpose every frond and seed!
If only crops, fruit-trees grew like wild ones,
Will man not waste the produce of the lands?
Yet, birds and beasts can feed better in tonnes,
And worms too, when they fall upon the sands!
Then why would man remember God at all,
If Manna from the sky should always fall?
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