The Last Fruit Gone - 3 Borrowed Glory Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
The Last Fruit Gone - 3 Borrowed Glory
The Last Fruit Gone - 3
The pumpkin vine grew roots
at every hairy nodal foot
wherever it traveled, to explore
water and nutrients galore,
on the young mango tree
it climbed with full vigor and glee
enjoyed the bright sunshine free
and went on a flowering spree.
The mango tree was really proud
full of flowers in colours loud
on the immense glory borrowed
to stand out in the lush green crowd.
A meaningful and wonderful poem adorned with great imagery. Everything we have will perish in due time. They are just temporary.
Great observation. Happy that my poem make you think philosophically..😃
A thought provoking write! I ask the question, when mango tree is capable of sweet delicious fruit, what is its necessity to hanker after borrowed glory.
Her longing for the lost glory made has accept the borrowed glory. Thank you, Bharati
This is the third part of the story. Please read the previous parts and you'll understand. The mango season was over and the mango was devoid of flowers, fruit and all glamour in which she'd basked
Alas, it's the same with politicians and celebrities. Great imagery Unnikrishnan, top marks.
Thank you David, for reading and sharing your thoughts on the poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/9/2024 1:52:09 AM # 1.0.0
Beautiful rhymes used giving immense imageries.
Nice observation. Thank you