Were I a sweet black-berry nut tree,
Standing
restive on the bank of a river;
A
sweet repository for many a bird and bee,
Much gladder I
would be to flourish my favour!
All, except
the inanimate, would be my exhilarating guests,
Dawns,
noons, dusks and nights I would be busy,
Hospitalising
all without hostility and with no rests,
Satiate
I would like a Mother selflessly crazy!
Fishes
beneath me wouldn’t go unrelished,
Also,
when all would enjoy a never ending feast,
Fanning
of the breezes would have embellished,
The
chirps, hummings and flutterings on my cosy breast!
But,
if not I am, at present in reality so,
Should
I not try my utmost to do an ounce,
Of my
fancy’s part before it does go
Hollow as the modern Ministers pronounce?
Copyright:Shankar
D Mishra 10.01.2017
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