The night was long
Writhing in pain
Half alive half dead
The night I spent
Sun is up
Light on me thrust
This I dread
To get up from half dead.
Waking up to pain with pain
And nothing to gain
The curtains open
And the coconut tree beckons
Lush and fruit-laden
Swaying gently in the moist breeze
Mellow sunshine
Air so fine adorned with speckles of rain
Dancing to a divine tune
I see it from the window grill
Prison bars but better shaped
Over which curtains drape
Giving a semblance of normalcy
To an otherwise existence
There was a branch
It used to slather the grill
Beckoning or mocking
I never could decide
Like a brother or an old enemy
I used to touch it sometimes caress
Then it was hacked pruned they say
Now it’s just out of reach
As if the tree’s lost an arm
The nuts I see nectar full
But impossible to savor
For restrained with the pain I am
Limited my movements
I pine for the branch to grow again
For I need to get in touch
With reality!!
Excellent expression.