Down into the soil,
sowed some seeds
watered them every day
Waited each day
Watch it growing
Happy was I,
To see it growing.
Days went on like season
And it flowered
My happiness knew no words
And waited for the
fruits to come.
But
I have to cut the tree myself.
My same hand did it.
Along with the tree
New unborn fruits too died away
Leaving me dead too!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
Life and loss! With the ways of Creation; however, hope lies ahead. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
happiness knew no words with new creation, wonderful world. thanks. Really you are a great poet. new creation is there when there is a destruction. Destruction for new creation, destruction is the green signal for new creation.
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And waited for the fruits to come. But I have to cut the tree myself. My same hand did it. Along with the tree New unborn fruits too died away Leaving me dead too! .....so touching with great theme. It is a beautiful philosophical write astutely shared.10