The Spoiled Feast

In my garden, I planted a tiny sapling, I watered it from day one, And watched in amusement, It started to grow slowly but steadily, I admired its growth, standing by its shelter and looking up, if there were ever a flower in it, where the sun shined and sneaked through pores of long green leaves, turning droplets of dew into stunning colors of vibgyor, until one day, while I stood, astonished by its splendor, I noticed little brown petals, covering tiny bunches of flowers, I jumped in joy, Day by day, it went by, I waited, patiently for all its raw fruits to grow into full size and turn into ripe fruits, when I woke one early morning, by the hue and cry of pigeons and parrots, I couldn’t believe my eyes, Bewildered and bewitched I was, to spot a herd of long tailed beasts, having a feast of wonderful bananas, of brilliant sunset yellow, destroying almost all parts of my beautiful tree to dust, Just when little droplets dropped from my eyelids, And before it rained heavily, I noticed a few little ones, cropping up and nodding their heads, ready to turn taller, bigger, richer, greener, and more beautiful than ever, Again, I start to water it, day by day, watching in amusement, growing slowly but steadily, and with dreams to blossom aplenty. *The beauty of a banana tree is beautifully explained. Though disappointed by seeing a group of monkeys feasting on it, the very first time it bore fruits, the author is excited, spotting tiny saplings.