Oh! Apple Trees!

 

By: Grace Jajo

(Naga Activist)

 

 

My heart bleeds to watch this race

Who can compare with their glow and grace?

Eyes in every hues;

Shy smiles in every face.

 

Maiden hairs, thick, straight and long;

Slender and tall, babies of dolls;

Skins of fairness with coloured blush,

Beautiful like the fruit of paradise!

 

Chilled to your marrows, such undeserving fate..

Uncertain existence of unending prayers;

Cruel storm invading your lives

Will the cycle of pain ever end?

 

Weary, crushed: weighted the scorn;

Some struggle to go on.

Destined fate hopes for spring,

Bud to leaves, despite the wind.

 

Then, almost like an answered prayer,

Suddenly you are weighted with prosperity!

But only to wake up to a bare plant

Where has the fruit rolled across?

 

Decayed in the stuffy packing,

Can they ever be traced?

Constant in remembrance and yearn;

Though the tide will never turn again.

 

And the trees look dead and barren,

All life form decays.

Oblivious to any weather

A mere breathing frame!

 

Lost to destiny,

All that it bore and created.

Alone in silence, submerge in woes;

Immune by its own pain.

 

For all the young branches trimmed,

A thousand stronger ones will regrow.

Heroes for life; spirit of liberation;

Never to be suppressed or beaten.

 

Defeating the murder

Bearing fruits anew,

Patient voices far and near;

Move the world with forces few!