Tirupathi Chandrupatla


Fruit Tree


A leaning branch
Of a fruit tree
Knows not
How many fruits
It'll have
As fruits get larger
Branch bends more
If weight's large
It'll break
It's grower's duty
To thin some fruits
Before they grow
To save the branch
And save the fruits.

At the very beginning
Limbs must be pruned
To develop a proper
Shape of the tree
For stronger limbs
And proper light
For buds to develop
And fruits to grow
It's not a question of
How many fruits form?
What matters at the end's
How many high quality
Fruits're gathered
Let yield be high
Let trees be healthy
Year after year.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, March 06, 2014

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  • Jayachandran Chakrapany (8/18/2013 8:32:00 AM)

    Let this branch as our life and let these fruits as our ambitions.Let us all be a good gardener.great thoughts.thank you for sharing.jk (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (8/9/2013 11:04:00 AM)

    it is not the quantity of fruit. it is the quality of the fruit. a great metaphor. skillfully written (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (8/8/2013 6:14:00 AM)

    Valsa, I thank you for your thoughtful comment. Quality of fruit of satisfying yield is a necessary condition for fruit growing. I added the lines to that effect. Your suggestion improves the message. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (8/8/2013 12:26:00 AM)

    The number of fruits produced donot make the yeild great, the quality of the fruits matters more! So trees have to be properly pruned and tended to have a satisfying yield! A bit of a practical tip for proper cultivation! Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

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