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Saturday, October 13, 2012

NOTHING SIMULATES

NOTHING SIMULATES

Though of the same tree
all fruits don't share a single tale-
just like leaves.
Leaves falling in leaf-tremors
would find rebirth
on same branch
through a maternal root.
In wind-blown leaves
is the first murmur of wanderings.

Some leaves would be parasol
for worm life under it.
Very few would stand
with the plant to end unto earth.

Those burned of sun,
decayed of rain,
thrown down by naughty kids,
or blown by rascal winds-
would be mother's pain.

Tender fruits reach dining
just as they are to put on weight.
It would spice up dinners.
Some reach vegetable stacks
in street corners
available for bargain.
Those that ripen full
reach mammals' bowels
as if ordained.
Some seeds would find
genes of seers
in entrails of migrating birds.
They would give
exile's life-in-memories
to those extinct at homeland.
Worthy seeds would turn
indifferent stone statues
to debates of reclaiming
citing back-deeds.

It is like that:
Female infant buried
in polythene sack
would give testimony for
maternal love turning deadly.
Seek testimony of life-
from female sediments
in streets of sperm;
the depraved from street
with mind shipwrecked;
or abused kids:

Offsprings of the same mother:
none is like another.






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