The Lonely Palm! Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

To My Home on the North,
It Stood Alone Aghast,
In the Fields for its,
Little Charm & Sarcasm!

For Years and Years,
It Stood as it Was and,
Never Grew Beyond,
A Feet of Eight or Nine!

Trough a Window Peep,
In Sands and Rains,
I Yonder and Ponder,
Matching it's Loneliness,
Unable to Sooth it,
And Console it Though!

No Fruits it Bears,
No Heights it Grew,
No Dates it Yield,
No Wine it Brew,
Hence it's Sad Fate!

Full of Sharp Leaves,
Waving in the Winds,
Resounding like Thunders,
As a Wind Indicator,
Was it's only very Use!

Fraternity Deserted it was,
Snakes it was Visited by,
Squirrels often Greeted By,
Rats at times Hide in Barks,
Dumb it was in Seasons!

In Vintage Times and,
Prestige Matters of Green,
It was a Decorandum,
Not Needing a Referendum!

To Tractor Plough,
It was an obstacle;
For a Farmer Sow,
It was a Hindrance;
For a Pluck & Tow,
It was a Candidate!

The Farmer Frustrated,
And Unforgiving Cut it's,
Long Bamboo Shoot like,
Leaved Branches Forever!

Uplifted from its Roots,
For its a mere sight with,
No Duties and Rights,
As a Firewood Fuel to,
Settle it's Duel with Nature!

As a Loner and Loser,
It Just Nodded & Swung,
Even in its own last Rites,
And there will be No,
Weather Forecast Thence!

*---Ratakonda Naga Vamshidhar*