Sunday, October 25, 2015

148. Fruits


Fruits were out of reach,
I needed to climb,
I tried, but slipped every time.

A young boy quickly climbed,
Reached the branch
And plucked some fruits.

Glued to the ground,
I kept watching greedily,
Helpless, hungry, dejected.

I begged him for fruits,
But he declined and said,
"Those who cannot climb,
Must not seek fruits."

1 comment:

How do we know said...

But as he grows older,
the boy,
he will learn
that the fruits
are there
because of the water
poured
by a bent back
that cannot climb.

The soil
prepared by generations
that traded
climbing trees
for growing them.

And then
the boy
will climb
and share.