The same tree stands
Its fruit distributed differently
Some buy in baskets, in boxes dry fruits
Myriad kids hop, jump throw a few down
Jump, run away as people badger
Bite the sour juice
Remain content, with it only
Flowers in bouquets, baskets parcelled to some
Some take its fragrance in air
Or keep the dried petals within the pages
What differentiation with natural objects
Then what of man made artificial commodities?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good idea behind the write...a beautiful concept well brought out...i liked the philosophic humour in the lines, '...as people badger bite the sour juice remain content with it'... good piece 10