SA (January19,1981 / Bangladesh)

Custard Apples

After school, I used to climb at home
the one and only custard apple tree;
(our house was lonelier all day

and so all mine to do whatever I liked)
its gnarled head - an umbrella
over our corrugated tin-roof. I was

then so good that even birds pecked
at apples ripe and red as I quick-
savoured one or two, forgetting

harsh beatings at school and trying
to be real calm in the cool. The monkey
that I was now becomes a tough guy.

That house's no more a place to live in,
everything's gone, even that tree's green
against the saffron west. But in me,

all of you can still find it greening up.


from IN LOVE WITH A GORGON (2010)

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Comments (2)

A nice poem with rhythmic flow, and beautiful ending. Love it with my 10.
'But in me, all of you can still find it greening up.' What a lovely ending... Reminds me of Toru Dutt's 'Our Casuarina tree' and Wordsworth's poem on yew trees... Nibedita Deb.