Lime-Trees Poem by Dr John Celes

God made a lime-tree grow up in the wild;
It bore sweet fruits in scores for one decade;
But fate made it victim of white-ants fast;
The tree withered and fell onto the ground!

God made two other trees sprout on their own;
They just began to yield sweet fruits small-sized;
We left the rented house for home anew;
It made us sad to leave the trees behind!

God gave without our asking many things;
The human heart turns selfish in life's main;
We cannot bear each separation much;
Yet, none belongs to us in life's domain.

God blesses us with umpteen gifts on earth;
Man claims the ownership without much toil;
We can't enjoy all things forev'r in life;
We have to leave the same to progeny.

Why feel for things that don't belong to us?
You cannot take a dime when death beckons;
Thank God for things enjoyed when He allowed;
The old order must give way to the new!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 31-1-2015