Friday, December 04, 2009

The Coconut Tree

she was five
when sitting on the step
of the veranda
behind the kitchen
she bent her little head
at right angle
to see the top
of a coconut tree
and the branches
swaying in the wind
beckoning to her
to join the birds
and the crows
disappearing into it
or flying out of it
and soar into the sky
soft in the dying day
and wished she were those birds
and could fly high
and wander into the heavens
and say hello to the angels
and then return
and disappear into the coconut palm.

Now five decades later
she looks down the eleventh floor
of a high end apartment
in the capital city
at the riot of coconut trees
at her feet.
Watches the birds
playing hide and seek
among its branches
and envies the birds
and the crows.

And when she roams
in lands without coconut palms
her heart swells
at the colours of fall
at strange trees that flourish
in softer climes
and looks for birds
and crows
and feels stirrings in her heart
and mind
and her whole being
and looks for her coconut trees
in vain.


  1. Brought a smile to my face...nostalgia is a bitter-sweet sensation no?

  2. Lovely poem :D

    I had the opposite feeling, when, after roaming in those "lands without coconut palms", I went to Florida one day and saw coconut trees and banana plants - Florida seemed oddly familiar, and I could see myself living in a house in FL, surrounded by coconut and banana and hibiscus plants :)


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