Coconut

Nature teases man with its creations, gifts that astound us and make us marvel, a coconut is perhaps a fruit with a soul, the exterior that harbours purity inside. high above the ground out of hand’s reach, in families they stay and drop one by one, a fruit so heavy it can crack a skull, Thank God! for Newton, it was apple and not a coconut that fell. Every bit of it serves a purpose! in natures plan, nothing is left to waste, the fluffy layers help it sail across oceans, to create a new life beyond horizons. The hard shell preserves the fruit inside, bathed in the sweetest of nourishing juices, it has eyes to let the germination roots out, who could have designed such a nutshell? in human language a coconut is a racial slur, describes people who pretend to be what they are not! Philosophers have a different view! They say a coconut is a divine fruit! We should strive and be like a coconut, for when we peel away our fluffy ego and crack open the shell of our false pride, the white purity of our soul emerges! Life’s journey is so much alike! Where and how we journey and where we reach depends on the waves and currents of fate, but lead a life where every bit of you serves a purpose, so when the final true self emerges, it is bathed in sweetness of wisdom that may nourish many other souls! Written 14th October 2023 Free verse Coconuts Poetry competition Robert James Liguori sponsored