Changing the World

Among its existing old leaves of the mango tree Arrived fresh flowers in early February At dawn everyday Bare gay soles at walk felt tiny granules A pleasurable scent greeted them on their way Soon little mangoes came out Tiny green shapes stout Adorning the same old and pale green leaves Dust laden shabby grief Nature doesn’t like the mismatch Even the hatching birds hated The striking disparity and protested In their confused call The ball moved on to rise and fall One fine morning comes out Sprouting in a soft green rhythm In the spirit of communism A small bouquet of velvet like leaves Then another bunch and then another Slow but steady goes on the development Beautiful symmetry in the canopy The mangoes are now In their way from green to greenish yellow From hard toward mellow As we all yellow The leaves are now combination of old and new Nature dislikes the imbalance and disproportion Brings up green leaves very fast Worthy of gazing and learning Soon the whole tree Will be evenly green in spree Of equity Had our rulers and policy makers seen and learnt also The intrinsic principle of aesthetics To each according to his need For a balanced growth Instead of the incurable wounds of poverty We are loath to accept And fruitlessly regret We are mere spectators in the hall The ball moves on to rise and fall ____________________________________ April 12, 2016 For the Poetry Contest : If You Could Change The World Sponsored by : Dan Kearley