Apples

A very small space on a foot path, all Love to travel for a while First visitor is twilight along with birds In melody that rhyme a bit with a resonance Of wonderful power and beauty Up above a tree And beneath sleep Some wonderful souls in peace and friendship The music is stunning Hearing upon the sun comes out with morning And breaks through mist sometimes Though sees dew in slumber sparkling every time And gulps down all In haste as if tasted like wine of apples By nine when energized and brighter becomes the sun's light Comes a cart Carrying apples, oranges, grapes And many a fruit for day's business Of necessity as things are circumstanced In her while walking with conviction and anguish hand in hand She wards off like strong gales Those swollen clouds in her head from raining into tears In fact the ingenuity she mothers While inventing the art of business Apples play at her hands Oranges shine in her eyes Mouth waters at her grapes And smiles do the rest of business The price is the same, not more not less Yet business flourishes in all fairness At sundown when street light comes up like a moon fairy And one by one star above occupies the lonely sky Down the walk comes a bird or two to prick an apple And some cows even love stealing and crunching fruits while She looks on and on until She is bargained more to part with another orange or an apple And so does she with cheerfulness and fortitude As if complying to the will of God An anguished soul liberated to grow like a tree And to bear flowers and fruits on her way tricky She fights all odds and weeds To see her flowers blossom in exuberance of smiles But somewhere in the corner of her eyes well up tears when Her flowers wake up in the silence of night dew-laden Trembling and stammering like "bring daddy home and together We will go to gather apples more The night looks dark and scary but the apples are lovely And hanging in plenty" "Oh, come daddy we will gather apples all one by one Before dawn and before the sun comes down And we will look for mom and a home in that space Where she bids for our life with apples and oranges "