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About This Poem
A Coconut Tree Climber
He climbs up rhythmically,
Keeping his legs
Within a ring of rope
Like his life.
When his intuition
Assures ripeness,
Life at the top of trees
Falls down
Just a slip
May end in all end,
But the practice
Slips rarely.
His ways are hackneyed ;
But he is
Honeyed and free
Under calluses.
Morrows and yesterdays,
He never climbs upon.
He hugs today, green and yellow
Like coconut tree leaves.
FABIYAS M V
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