Guavo

It was a small little thing Between us a silent game I wished it ‘good morning’, As it brushed my window frame. It swayed happily at me Softly holding onto its root The chance-grown guava tree I thought would never bear fruit. ‘Good morn, Guavo, how are you? My window frame, did it hurt? ’ ‘Nay, I’m fine, had my cup of dew, I really made a good start.’ I loved this cute little thing To ask it ‘how do you do? ’ Loved the undernourished sapling Why I really had no clue. After sometime it started to fade Keeping relations is not so easy ‘Guavo’ disappeared from my head I forgot the lean sickly tree. Then one day my wife came along A big round guava she brought me ‘Taste how it is, the plant is fine and strong, It’s from your friendly tree.’ It came back to me inside and deep Our time-buried sweet story Guavo hasn’t forgotten our friendship I must run to it and say sorry. There it stood proud and high A full-grown guava tree Swaying in the wind, saying ‘hi, I haven’t forgotten thee’.