Is Tarah

Wanting Sun

Into a balcony pot, eyeing the dipping sun,
He plants a seed of muskmelon…
Wishing for botanical stimulation
Against a vista metropolitan.

Layering soil like quilt
Over the newbie, he wishes it
Sound sleep and sprinkles
Mulch and water as night feed,
Then forgets all about it.

A week passes and he tires,
In the daytime shade of highrises,
Of acting on client desires,
Skirts urban deserts and quagmires.

The need to connect with nature
Mounting, after a night of burning,
He throws open the balcony door…
And gazes open mouth at the floor.

Cuddled by the dawn’s cool wind,
He finds waiting just for him,
A mini constellation of golden suns
Offering the leafy jungle of muskmelon.

– Bolbul