Tree

We try to re-live our mom’s
Memory over this very tree

Bending solicitously toward
The neighbour’s house wall.

It favours him by a richness
Of sap and fullness of fruit

So green& it will turn yellow
Or end up as pickle on table

By when a cuckoo shall tire
Of calling down rain from sky.

Back where she took to sky
She is a tree now full grown

With ripe mangoes dripping
Like rain ,on soil freshly laid

For her to take roots and fly,
Held by the earth and its sky.

I believe and belief stopped
As she was a river from boat

And the quickly flowing boat
Did not allow us to look back

And find her in river’s eddies.
So I believe she is now firmly

Rooted to the earth’s eddies
Where roots plummet deeper

And deeper as memories fade
And then we are trees like her.