This was a cremation of a different kind
There were no tears and no cries
The household was blithe and gay
As they saw the mango seed buried away
Mother watered it with love and care
Children pulled the weeds around there
And like Jesus of yester years
The green life sprung from the grave
The girl dirtied her beautiful dress
Just to play with her floral friend
And the boy pricked himself all over
To give the little one a thorny cover
The tree grew and saw them grow
Overwhelmed by the love they showed
Resolved to give them its sweetest fruit
To show them its gratitude...
~ Sujatha Ramprasad, California, USA.
November 11, 2000 The views of this column are the author's own, and do not necessarily represent the views of NRI Online.
There were no tears and no cries
The household was blithe and gay
As they saw the mango seed buried away
Mother watered it with love and care
Children pulled the weeds around there
And like Jesus of yester years
The green life sprung from the grave
The girl dirtied her beautiful dress
Just to play with her floral friend
And the boy pricked himself all over
To give the little one a thorny cover
The tree grew and saw them grow
Overwhelmed by the love they showed
Resolved to give them its sweetest fruit
To show them its gratitude...
~ Sujatha Ramprasad, California, USA.
November 11, 2000 The views of this column are the author's own, and do not necessarily represent the views of NRI Online.
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