POEM: Gravity’s Conspirator

trunk bent at a right angle
and leaning to the south

yet, that tree shows no struggle

every second — day and night
gravity summons it to the ground

it’s survived more than a few monsoons
puddles and soggy soil
have conspired with gravity
the wind has conspired
climbing animals have conspired
alighting hawks and crows have conspired
the boy who crawled out the horizontal limb and swung conspired

for years they have conspired

but the tree rarely so much as trembles

it’s doomed, but that knowledge holds no sway

and when i sit,
centered to thwart gravity,
i still feel the dogged pull
though its only conspirator is
my mind

POEM: Lonely Oak





I
lonesome oak on a hill



having outlived your peers



your progeny denied the light
by scythe and mower blade alike



II
it’s said you speak by pheromone
but no whiff is caught when alone
your words disperse unsmelt
lost across a manmade veldt



III
if it’s any consolation
you have our unflagging admiration
you’re the model of stately poise
to all the little girls and boys



who swing about your stout limbs

POEM: Tree Talk

Did you hear that tree speak to me?

It did not make an eager plea

to help it step out to the quay

so it could set off ‘cross the sea.

Tree’s don’t dream of mobility,

except perhaps windward to lee.


Trees seek only food and water,

and hold the hope of harmless squatters.

DAILY PHOTO: Mosque Trees, Ahmedabad

Taken from inside Sidi Saiyyed Mosque in Ahmedabad

 

Taken at Jama Masjid in Ahmedabad on September 30, 2017