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The Fruit Tree

Updated on July 4, 2012
Fruit Tree
Fruit Tree
Taunting Prize
Taunting Prize
Crammed Basket
Crammed Basket
Leaping Desires
Leaping Desires

(Satisfaction is a state of mind hard to come by. No matter how hard we struggle, how strong our will, the one true dream seems too far-fetched. Being content with the present prize is never a possibility, for the human heart always craves the impossible).


The day’s beam beats down warm

On dew gems frozen still,

Titter of birds rouses the dawn,

Atop this moldy, slumbering hill.

I meander about unconcerned

Of worldly wealths, of youthful yen

To this sagely haven, brazen paradise

Save a bare basket beside.


Centered in seclusion, a tree beckons

Loaded bough humbly bowed

With Nature’s gold atop its limbs,

Hanging low, hanging heavy

In wait to tumble off its perch

To waiting hands, to craving maws,

To entreat them a tang of ecstasy

Seldom freely relinquished.


I, too, am mesmerized by

The mirage of fortune usurped.

With flailing arms, leaping feet,

I toss those low hung fruits,

Hoard them and breathe a sigh

Of peace and joy again.

The earned fortune now rests defeated

In my wicker basket beside.


My happiness dies an easy death

When I spot twin plums, though, afar

Hanging by zenith’s peak

Teasingly swaying, ruthlessly teasing

Tired limbs sore from struggle

Unleashed few moments prior

For ripe fruits now rotten good,

For slighter prize that sits beside.


Flinching in pursuit, I soar higher still

Flapping frenzied arms in zest

For the sweeter trove waving away

In the fragrant breeze of morning wake.

Victor, I, seize luck once more

My basket crammed with fruits of toil

I deign to move on again

Free, at last, of chains of desire.


Alas, the reprieve was never to be

The juiciest of plums seems a tiny speck

Flickering in blazing rays

Of a noon sun, taunting in its glory.

Salivating in avarice, I try a final time

To climb and capture all of kin

That hold the sap of secrets

Of contentment, elusive ever to be.


Time ticks away with long shadows

I refuse to quench hunger throttling strong

My sense of reason, my vision, decision.

The collected bounty melts to rot,

Raising alarms of efforts lost,

To blindness, greed and folly

That lead me on to purpose or peril

I mutely ponder lying down.

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      Great hidden symbolism and metaphor in your poem Arati... the volumes of which are unexplained yet mesmerizing to the core...

      The hem of mans greed always lands him up in a state where he is only left with cravings and nothing to satisfy his soul...

      I believe this poem is a portrayal of that very menial facet of the common man... for he is unsatisfied... hence common...

      EPIC .. poetry..

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      silverstararrow 5 years ago from India

      @ unknown spy: Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. Your words are all the incentive I need to keep writing.

      @ Mhatter99: Ah...well, at least they remember you for what you did. :) Thanks for reading this. :)

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      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      I grew on a hill

      and those that ate of my fruit

      say there was a tree

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      IAmForbidden 5 years ago from Neverland - where children never grow up.

      beautiful poem from a wonderful person. all my votes.