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Custard Apples

Rating: 5.0

After school, I used to climb at home
the one and only custard apple tree;
(our house was lonelier all day

and so all mine to do whatever I liked)
its gnarled head - an umbrella
over our corrugated tin-roof. I was

then so good that even birds pecked
at apples ripe and red as I quick-

savoured one or two, forgetting
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Sunday, February 4, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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Ashraful Musaddeq 14 September 2008

A nice poem with rhythmic flow, and beautiful ending. Love it with my 10.

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Nibedita Deb 02 March 2007

'But in me, all of you can still find it greening up.' What a lovely ending... Reminds me of Toru Dutt's 'Our Casuarina tree' and Wordsworth's poem on yew trees... Nibedita Deb.

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