The old guava tree
Of the crowd of aunties and young’s
The ants made their way to and fro
She was in the middle of the branches
Checking each time not to get a bite
The guava tree stood there offering a hide
Its vivid beauty with the light green leaves
Beautiful and ecstatic feel.
The imperfect status and the wind waves
Crept its way through the house hidden
The yellow paintings and glasses of old fashion
Casted the feel of an old and weary inn.
The yellow guava tree added the old glamour
With lots of green guavas for the players
The settee was canopied with leaves of the old tree
The busy aunties had their talks of respect
And egoistically murmured about their well beings
The pride in them about their good husbands
The flying bird of the garden took notice…
She was right atop busying with her guava bite
She had the company of this bird…
Bluish and greenish feathers all over…
The sounds and chit chats is weary for this soul
The tan which the Sun gave made her face red
And the fat and lunatic in her was watching the
Steps above…where her friend used to climb ….
The school vans have come with firing kids
And her sisters are back from schools
The elder one offered chocolates and lollipops for her
She didn’t want them either…
The small was ever into alchemy of thoughts
The fruit bearing tree held her and she was dancing
With the waves of her life time journey.
The old guava tree had given her much to remind
Of the old days, where Christmas pa used to wish her
Bring her the gifts and charm she wanted …
Then when everything is fine …she is alone and
Wanted to hide behind that old guava tree…
She missed the warmth of the tree and her mother’s talks
The old guava tree still getting older …
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