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Plant a plant

Plant a plant.

I said ‘Plant a plant’.
You said ‘Plant a plant’.
We said ‘Plant a plant’.
He said ‘Plant a plant’.
She said ‘Plant a plant’.
They said ‘Plant a plant’.

I didn’t plant a plant.
You didn’t plant a plant.
We didn’t plant a plant.
He didn’t plant a plant.
She didn’t plant a plant.
They didn’t plant a plant.

I say ‘Plant a plant’.
You say ‘Plant a plant’.
We say ‘Plant a plant’.
He says ‘Plant a plant’.
She says ‘Plant a plant’.
They say ‘Plant a plant’.

I don’t plant a plant.
You don’t plant a plant.
We don’t plant a plant.
He doesn’t plant a plant.
She doesn’t plant a plant.
They don’t plant a plant.

Shall I plant a plant?
Will You plant a plant?
Will We plant a plant?
Will He plant a plant?
Will She plant a plant?
Will They plant a plant?
WHO WILL PLANT A PLANT?

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Nature tells me

Nature tells me.

Nature tells me not to be proud
of my riches for I am not
much richer than her.

Nature tells me not to be proud
of my beauty for I am not
much beautiful than her.

Nature tells me not to be proud
of my kindness for I am not
much kinder than her.

Nature tells me not to be proud
of my generosity for I am not
much generous than her.

Nature tells me not to be proud
of my logicality for I am not
much logical than her.

Nature tells me not to be proud
of my judiciousness for I am not
much judicious than her.

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This morning

This morning.

This is as usual another morning in my life
but not like one I have recently witnessed.
But one which I’ve often missed witnessing
For years til now everyday, day after day,
Though they must have come without fail.

This morning is like one, which I’d witness
When I had a face and a mind of a child
Who would have long reasons not to sleep
Longer than any other child of those days
I have but lost that face and mind of a child.

I am happy once again in life that I witness
Though for different reasons this morning
Which would otherwise slip away from me
keeping me asleep, Like every other slipped.
I wish to get back that child in me who slept.

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But birds do really sing

But birds do really sing.

They say they sing to them but
I had no idea when they really sing.

Neither I know anyone who bothers
whether the birds sing or do not.

Once or twice whenever I tried
to concentrate on birds

I could not discover much reason why
a bird should be that happy to sing.

I still don’t know why but I felt it last night
or when it was almost dawn

the birds really sang so sweetly outside
that once I woke up from my sleep
and went to sleep again very soon mesmerized.

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Date palm trees where weaverbirds built their nests

Date palm trees where weaver birds built their nests.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

They were there waiting to be killed
for committing no crime to mankind
but for meeting It’s starvation for space.

They bore tasty little fruits,
I loved them a lot to eat
and gave my friends as treat.
In winter they gave us juice,
So sweet! So warm!
and I would keep waiting
For winter to come.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

Though they didn’t Vex
those three men with axe.
They came and fell them down
one by one.
They axed them into pieces
when other pieces dried.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

No one did cry
no plants, no human, not even I

Only a few weaver birds chirped,
whirling over our heads
encircling their nests
fallen on the ground
which rested there on top of the tree
little while ago.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

I wished, I get the nest
which was intact than the rest,
rested beyond my reach
at the tip of the fallen tree.

It was so beautiful to look!
I wanted to decorate my room.

I tried, but soon I cried ‘ouch! ‘
A pointed leaf of date tree
pierced my leg, I restrained.
But a man of those three

Soon came with a knife
chopped and punished those leaves
and fetched me the nest.
I rewarded him with a smile.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

The weaver birds chirped
whirling above perhaps cried
as I was carrying the nest.
How nicely they’ve woven the nest!
I was thinking and ‘wow! ‘I exclaimed,
there were nestlings inside!

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

Nestlings were so lovely,
so cute, I touched them softly,
took them on my palm with care,
much care, lest they fall and die.
Death! I feared ‘No I must save them’
I thought myself ‘I must help thee’.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

Soon I rushed to the man
sought for his help again.
I wanted him hang the nest there
in the branch of a coconut tree near.
‘It won’t be that easy to save them dear ‘
he said as he thought for a while.
But lastly he did what I wished.

There they were three
Date Palm tree.

He climbed the coconut tree, I knew for me,
threw the other end of a rope
where I tightly tied the nest.

Gently, carefully he took it to the top
he tied the nest there in the rib of a coconut leaf.
The weaver birds still whirled chirping,
I thought now they laughed.

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