Granny's Backyard Poem by Neethu Prasanna

Remembering the taste of salt with bilimbi so juicy,
we shake the tree and in a swift their fall is sluicy;

I eagerly roam in the backyard with my brother,
He pulls my plaited hair often creating much pother;


Those samarang rose apples shake the bells which entice
Catapults carry the stones and drop them suffice!

Cherimoyas sway in the cool breeze, so does my mind,
when we snatch one it squeezes as smooth is its rind!

The custard flesh enters and black seeds exit our mouth,
As we look at the fruitless tree we feel pity for the drouth

I eat the fallen jambuls and pull out my purple tongue,
With fruits at a great height, is the tree clucking its tongue!

He focusses a mango and is having a stone slung,
I exclaim! 'Oh! brother you stepped on that stupid dung';

we are therefore near the creek and he washes his leg,
And I can see fishes who run away are so gleg;

Pearl Spots and giant danios wave fins and splash
Orange chromides skip through our hands in a flash;

He as an expert spreads wide to the creek a towel,
Seeing some of them caught, hunger rises from my bowel;

'Dear you are exhausted. Drink this coconut so tender;
He gives it and says 'Your sloth it will mender'

But still I am not smart for my hunger has not finished
'Wow those Orangish papayas will stop my crave getting minished! '

When his stick hooks atlast on a ripe papaya I am embolden,
As we cut, It looks same as the sun who sets there golden..

We lay on the cool meadows licking, and slurp
Thus we clean our fingers as our stomachs happily say burp! burp!