Progeny Poem by Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
Progeny
There stood in the middle of the woods
The fat tall tree surviving all challenges
With a pricking pain on its barrenness.
When colourful and scenting flowers
The jungle around bears in spring it sobs
And tears fall down on the blades of grass.
It prayed in deep despair for a few buds
To bloom with honey and pollen for bees
And to bear seeds in them as descendants
Quite a meaningful poem. After giving every thing they crave for healthy relationships around.5***
Thank you very much Arzoo Mehek. Fragrance of a flower is so strong that it can make the flowering tree immortal apart from the survival through a seed
Yes sir There is no delight as holding once own child in our own arms. Thank-you for penning these lines.
Thank you very much for reaching to the core of the poem
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8/7/2025 5:53:57 AM # 1.0.0
Yep it is. But we all do. We are descended from nsture. Our difference are manufsctured by religion and politics. Then the war stsrts
What you said is cent percent correct Deluke Muwanigwa