The Magnolia Tree
This Majestic Magnolia grew up poor
In a rhododendron ghetto
But at a blessed spot, where sunbeams intersected
The muted aura of Earth.
And now whenever I pass by it, it seems to be laughing
Besieged in the slanted rain, in those little flakes of heaven
Like a digital dream scattering pixel by pixel
And in the nights I feel, I hear it sing
Of the winds that blow away its flowers
And of one---- who blows away the wind.
And I wonder why all the five elements
Came to pour their beauty, to coalesce into a tree!
And why it seems to be brooding sometimes
As if trying to speak, to narrate a tragedy!
This evening, it looked sad, dreadfully bleak
Its pink glory browned up in matter of one week
Like some cancer of the plants or lightnings strike
So I walked up to it and asked--- what happened, old pal?
And touched for the first time its pale auburn skin
You see, I had expected wood but ohhh it felt so human!!