Ripen But A Bitter Fruit

Fallen to the earth with a branch from a decayed old tree.
It must be the 'Specific Gravity' according to Issac.Newton's law,
If the earth refused to plant my seeds
And I am sure a bird never takes me away.
Oh! Then I would be no more this miserable fruit in the solitary garden of Eden where they made illicit love.

by nimal dunuhinga

Comments (2)

Very nice. If you're not going to write a poem about a woman, write it about war I always say...
A well drawn sketch, losing nothing of it's power throughout