A glass of cool nectar later ......
A purple-green
lanky
piece of goods,
big , long
and narrow greens
crowning
in royal flare;
A harvest,
and a crowded trip
to a factory
where
the only thing
cooperative***
is the canes
crushing themselves
together
to a sugary end...
But a few escape
to little stalls
in cities;
a bit of extra life,
before
tired ,
stretching,
and twisting
fibrously,
they crush their
ambitions
into nectar
for thirsty humans.
A life
totally,
dedicated
to making things
sweeter,
cooler,
and satisfying
for others.
Padma*** awards, anyone ?
*** Sugar factories in India are generally sugar co0perative factories....
*** The country's high civilian awards, given every year. Sometimes more like rewards.
Awww. Slurp. Wonderful. lets keep the sugar cane juice out of the Padma awards. They are pretty good without them.
ReplyDeleteI've always been very skeptical about these awards and you said it right. They do seem more like a reward.
ReplyDeleteAnd I absolutely loved this poem.