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.

Listen Listen Listen

Listen to the falling of the leaves
Listen to the rolling of the dusts
Listen in this calm noon silence…
The birds’ chirpings
How sweet they are, melodious too,
Listen to the swaying of leaves
They mingle with each other
That’s the life of Nature
Listen to the sighs of your heart
Weighed down with worldly worthless nonsense
Monotonous, tedious, fatigued
This wonderful silence breaks them
Wait and live in Nature
That boosts you up
To lead a life of Serene Supremacy!

My Sweet Love

My Sweet Love


I wish to have a lonely ride
Sure, with you my bride
On the sea-side road
My everlasting love-lot-life you hold
On the green woods side
To dance and sing with you my wife beside
On the snowy slopes
To discuss, to build castles of truth, practicality, reality,
With full liberty to choose
With successful hopes
On the mountain tracks
With jokes that you crack
And break my heart with laughter
Hand in hand together
Joined like our hearts
Walking and talking
Like the love birds chirping
On the tree tops
With you my sweet love
There will be no flops
My sweet darling dear
Keep me alive with ever rejuvenating cheer
My sweet love
O my sweet love…!