A cargo of fruit
Transported afar
Into unknown lands
To spread the seed
And the taste of pulp
Surges to make his furrow
Digs deep into soil
Moulds his own spade
Awaits opportune clime ..
The twig where he shone
Dangles in the same wind
Stretches to find the mark
He has left behind on the soil
The bark that held him firm
Amidst the tempest continues
To meditate amidst wonted sap
The root that carried the crown
Upon his pale forehead all this while
Throned upon well spread flanks
Is nowhere to be seen
The one that held his fort
Amidst enticing gush of floods
The one who stood stout in famine
He conveyed tale he could hear
Shredded in lost whisper of clouds
That had for long vanished silently
Then the leaf opened her lid
To prepare hope for supper
Till when the thud of loaded fruits
Brings a sigh of achieved purpose .
Delhi
22.24 hrs
2067
18.6.23
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