"Beauty is truth,
truth beauty,
that is all Ye know on Earth,
that is all Ye need to know..." - John Keats

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

On The Plant's Death...

One after another, one after another,
the leaves of the little plant,
I had planted in my garden,
seem to wither...
The little green flesh turns away,
away from where I stand,
it seems the little plant is dying slowly in contempt,
and it pains,
oh yes, it pains very deep...
I have waited long for this plant to grow,
I watered it, but then some said, water is not good,
pour less, I poured lesser,
leaves withered...
Some said, you're pouring less, pour more,
and so did I,
and leaves did not grow at all,this time...

I knew not what to do,
once water was more,
and so was once the fodder, the plant fed upon...

Now, I try to put it back together,
but withered leaves are but withered leaves,
they do not stick back...

I do not know if new leaves will grow again,
I do not know if the plant is going to survive,
a helpless state, I just stand,
looking at it dying,
dying in contempt, crying out,
'you never got it right,
you never did understand!'

I shiver, I shiver at that thought,
at the thought that I was foolish,
foolish enough to love it, but not know how...

The long winter plight has just passed,
and yes, it seems I survived the cold deathly winds,
and the freezing nights of black blankets,
but through the fierce ghastly winds,
my plant half died...

Now, after all this time,
I stand here looking at the plant,
which has decided to look away from me,
even yesterday, yet another leaf fell,
and all I could do was,
wipe a small trickle on my face...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju


Jingle said...


nature is magical, we can not control it, yet always find some solutions to handle it.


Deepika said...

Though you wrote it about a dying plant but i was reminded of a friend..
Very well portrayed.. Helplessness is the worst feeling of all.

Mia said...

if only, . . .
we all loved and cared a little more. about life.



Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

I apologize for being late to comment.

I read your poem and felt the sdness and loss you were feeling.
I expect you could appply the experience of your dying plant, to other life situations.
However, it demonstrates an important insight, to you as a person and your caring and loving nature.
A very well written and thought provoking read.
Hope all is good for you right now.

Anonymous said...

that omgly written..keep writing :)