That Fruit Tree Poem by Isaac Maliya

Transplanted in the periphery
Outside the stronghold of protection
Away from the water source
In the scorching glaring sun
Victimised by deliberate domestic grazing.

The old attendant struggled on
Supplying the basics scantly though
Leaves blossomed aiding photosynthesis
Defying the dry spell that troubled it
Fruitition commenced.

The gardened trees withered
The energetic attendants ran away
Flocked to the ignored tree
To partake the fruits that came
From the efforts of the old attendant
What a reality!

Dedication: To Bessie Japhet Maliya,
Grandmother par exellency.

Tuesday,9th January 1990.
Chapananga, Chikwawa, Malawi.