Category Archives: prose poem

The Neem Tree in My Yard

There is an old neem tree in my house yard,

neem tree

Full of dense green foliage,

Come winter most of the green was chopped off

Coz it prevented the sun from showing off.

Much to my dismay!

woodpecker
woodpecker

Then , one day we saw a woodpecker on the neem tree

Pecking happily away.

Is she searching for insects?

Or was she drilling to make a nest?

My interest in the neem tree was recaptured,

And so was that of a pair of mating parrots.IMG_3261

They hijacked the nest partly crafted by the woodpecker,

And set to work, digging with beak and claws deeper and deeper,IMG_3260

Ready to call the neem tree their home

With their friendly neighbours; the squirrels and the doves!IMG_3322

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The Origin of Tea – A Prose Poem

Deep in the Himalayas, many moons ago, a sage performing a yajna, day and night, many months in a row. Fully involved but with one hitch. His eyes drooped and sleep threatened, like a bad witch. Desperate and irate, the sage finally tore off his droopy eyelids and flung them away.

They fell softly on the soil and lo and behold! There and then, as if by a signal from heaven, sprout a sprightly verdant bush.The sage performing the yajna , picked the signal from heaven, boiled the leaves, sipped the potent golden concoction and named it ‘tea’.

Now wide awake, he gifted the world its favourite drink, the sage performing the yajna, deep in the Himalayas , many moons ago.       

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