
Spared Coconut Grove
(Original poem by Bharaithyar)
1. Among the fields - On the bank of a luxuriant pool Not a soul in sight - I came in solitude, seeking comfort; 2. When a squall blew through - The trees - could they even be counted? Like seedlings they scattered, All over the land. 3. On a small embankment Stood a tiny coconut grove - Poor man’s property, Not pulverized by the storm. 4. Some were felled – the trees, But several remained Spared by the God of Wind, So, it(grove) should live. 5. I have seen solitude – In that there is relish, Mist extinguishing sunshine – Honey treacle’s sweetness,Continue reading “Bharathiyar Poem – Spared Coconut Grove”