Apples Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

A very small space on a foot path, all
Love to travel for a while
First visitor is twilight along with birds
In melody that rhyme a bit with a resonance

Of wonderful power and beauty
Up above a tree
And beneath sleep
Some wonderful souls in peace and friendship

The music is stunning
Hearing upon the sun comes out with morning
And breaks through mist sometimes
Though sees dew in slumber sparkling every time

And gulps down all
In haste as if tasted like wine of apples
By nine when energized and brighter becomes the sun's light
Comes a cart

Carrying apples, oranges, grapes
And many a fruit for day's business
Of necessity as things are circumstanced
In her while walking with conviction and anguish hand in hand

She wards off like strong gales
Those swollen clouds in her head from raining into tears
In fact the ingenuity she mothers
While inventing the art of business

Apples play at her hands
Oranges shine in her eyes
Mouth waters at her grapes
And smiles do the rest of business

The price is the same, not more not less
Yet business flourishes in all fairness
At sundown when street light comes up like a moon fairy
And one by one star above occupies the lonely sky

Down the walk comes a bird or two to prick an apple
And some cows even love stealing and crunching fruits while
She looks on and on until
She is bargained more to part with another orange or an apple

And so does she with cheerfulness and fortitude
As if complying to the will of God
An anguished soul liberated to grow like a tree
And to bear flowers and fruits on her way tricky

She fights all odds and weeds
To see her flowers blossom in exuberance of smiles
But somewhere in the corner of her eyes well up tears when
Her flowers wake up in the silence of night dew-laden

Trembling and stammering like "bring daddy home and together
We will go to gather apples more
The night looks dark and scary but the apples are lovely
And hanging in plenty"

"Oh, come daddy we will gather apples all one by one
Before dawn and before the sun comes down
And we will look for mom and a home in that space
Where she bids for our life with apples and oranges "