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A Very Rotten Banana

 A beautiful banana I'd saved for after lunch,

With its pretty, vivid yellow hue,

But now I find the banana's gone,

And to replace it, a great blob of goo.

With an aroma that reminds me of nothing but garbage

That has not been taken out for a few days 

My, did the odour make me gag,

And my brain said the banana's day wasn't today.

I decided to peel open the mushy, black blob

To see if the inside is purer than the out

But how very wrong I was, the inside was blacker,

Than all black created by a single pout.

And then I realised a fuzzy white growth 

Repulsive mold growing on its outer cover 

And the banana squished further and became banana mush 

And that only made me want to belch further.

With innumerable banana bugs annoying the decayed figure,

I decided to spare the once gorgeous banana from trash

But I thought to myself, "Is it good for the banana?"

And the answer sped to my mind in a flash.

The banana would rather help in composting 

Rather than rotting inside the house 

The banana might not want to leave,

But the banana needs to, and needs I shall heed.

Whatever is best for the banana,

Whatever is best for me,

Should be done if you wish to do a kind act;

A helpful deed.

I threw the revolting thing into the trash 

Convincing myself it was the best thing to do 

And I do hope, the kindest thing to do 

Is to do what someone needs, not what they want, too.

Comments

  1. Shriyan!!! Only you can pull together such a fantastic poem on something so mundane as a rotten banana!! Trust you to turn the most inconspicuous thing into such an interesting poem! I am in awe of your perception and observation da pattu! Also, you’ve beautifully portrayed the importance of need over want. One’s wish list might be a very long one, but what does one really need to be happy , to fulfil his destiny ?! If you are able to discern what you truly need and work towards that, automatically all your wants will be fulfilled!
    Lovely lovely poem da kanna kutty!! You are truly a wordsmith, with a Midas touch of turning ordinary to extraordinary!!!
    Loads of love,
    Shyam aunty

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  2. What an observation. A true poet gives life even to a thing in a garbage and makes the world to realize the value in all creations of God. Yes what you observed has become a message to the society through your thoughts and words. Wonderful poem Shriyandhaa. your thoughts are pure and God bless you abundantly.
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. This poetic creation is also Super & thought provoking! I feel very Happy to see that you have inherited your ammas & Patti's talents! Great, keep it up, Shriyandhaa!🙂

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  4. Wonderful Shriyan. Awesome creativity to bring a poem from a rotten banana. God bless you.

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