A Bonsai Questions Her Progenitors – ‘My Trysts with Nature’ Series

 

                                                     Water Colour on Paper 13.6″ x 10.8″

 

Oh my progenitors, bear with my questions

For these have troubled my soul  for  eons ;

Your answers will not bring back my life

But these pierce me like a gardener’s knife .

    

Remember how tender a sapling  I was ,

Eagerly rooting  for life’s simple joys ?

Wasn’t my morrow rosy and promising ,

And ain’t I in a gentle breeze dancing ?

     

I was growing  happy and high

To hug and kiss my vast blue sky ;

The closer I climbed to my destiny

The quicker you brought my agony .

                      

Why did U cruelly have me uprooted

And cause my growth to be stunted  ?

You hastily sold me to a gardener ,

Did you for a second shed a tear ?

                               

He my beauty pinched  and pruned;

And my blooming  endlessly abused;

Wouldn’t I have been safer in the wild

Instead of being  suffocated in his fold ?

                                    

After long anguish, abruptly I escape

But out of confines forgotten to cope ;

Forever I am fenced  in this stifling pot

And watered  like a family mascot .

                              

Why’ve You sprayed  me ordeals of senescence

And abruptly killed  my innocent adolescence ?

Oh my progenitors, am I just a showpiece?

What price did you pay to sell my peace?

                                   

Now, all my blue sky’s nourishing  rain

Try to revitalise and regrow me in vain.

                              

My life is  just a miniature ,

This fate’s cruel signature.

~ by Unknown on Sun, Jul 6, 08.