These palm trees cogitate in groups,
Just as our mild-mannered cattle do ,
Casting their dark brooding shadows
On the limpid waters of our paddy fields
In the sowing season their shadows
Tickle our women’s delicate feet
Submerged in soft knee-deep slush
When our fields are shorn and brown
Our palms proudly sport golden fruit
This male one in the shadowy corner
Sports no fruits , only leafy extensions
We love it all the same for its gentle shade.
6 Aug
