My Neem Tree Story

 

As a seed, as remains of 

what a bird found some use for

I was sown unawares, and

a flowerpot took care of me.

As a foliage, everyday,

I looked at the sky,

in all its splendor

And my grower too

awed at me in wonder.

I learnt and was busy all day.

My needs were plain

and I grew just fine.

When I outgrew my pot,

cognizant of my growth, 

my tender grower found me 

a suitable alternative 

in the same old high terrace.

Now...

I am the all-grown-up 

neem sap in a growbag.

All day, I am hungry for more.

Always drooping and sore,

I keep pondering about 

my mixed feelings:

If I stay where I am,

I am stuck and stifled.

With my roots drilling deep

and branches sprawling broad,

I have no room to grow

and my entire being,

body and soul,

keeps screaming for space.

Some fellow know-it-alls say

I am grown and seen enough

and must tend to myself...

The best I can do

is to adjust, stay happy, 

and be composed.

But there are times, when

I curse my fate, and

sulk at my inability to move.

I am also in a predicament:

If I leave, I have concerns

for my grower.

We've come this far,

and intertwined in our beings,

that we know not 

Who takes care of whom.

Who provides for whom.

And who gives or takes 

love from the other.

But I certainly do know that

this is not the way to do.

~ 15 Jan, 2022