The Rule Of Time Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Unique is the pleasure of climbing
Up a guava tree in one's yard
At the close of the colourful spring
As the blossoms have turned hard
To form and contain a special delicacy
And a dual ripeness to the core -
Sour or sweet in rival efficacy
To please the palate full and more;
Strange feeling and contented thrill
Possessed a little school girl then,
Offering infinite trust in skill,

Alike a flight - venture over a wild glen;
But moment immunizes, to compromise
As Time, the trader limits all choice
Tendering substitutes with tentative poise
Urging the rule to accept, with no cries.