Bonsaied Prestige Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

The giant tamarind tree by wayside
Existed, providing shade to millions
Yielding tons and tons of pods
To satisfy taste buds, from pauper's to the king's

Stood side by side with other trees, watching
From dawn to dusk and back from dusk to dawn
For ages, yet, none seemed to care it much

Every buffalo passed by rubbed it's neck
Goats around, tried to climb up it's shoulders
Monkeys and apes striped it to a skeleton
Passing by dogs used its trunk, only to piss on

Still, never have it hit back a soul
Or even dreamed of hurting any one

Nevertheless, watching how a close relative
In a prestige pot, being treated, cared and valued
Tamarind tree couldn't help, but felt,
'Why couldn't I be a bonsaied tamarind'
To be prestigious, but serve none on earth