Autobiography Of a Coconut Tree

In a great garden I was born

Cared and petted every morn

Then purchased on one sudden dawn

And taken to a small farm

There I was all the more petted and pampered

By a particular form

I grew to the admiration of all

But there was a sudden fall

Seriously ill, treated with pill

Not cured still

Death approached and my life was about to depart

There came a cheering heart

Who stopped death from my roots

And gave a tap to start on shoots

So as to give fruits.

I was reborn

On that fine morn

Regained a new life

To serve the heart that saved my life!

Copyright ©2001 Sreelatha Shankar. All rights reserved.