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Coconut tree climber
Upward movements rhythmic,
With his legs kept
Within a ring of rope,
His life like.
Intuition his
Ripeness assured,
And falls down the livelihood
At the top of trees.
Just a slip
May end in all end,
But the practices
Rarely slip.
Hackneyed his
Ways are;
But honeyed and free
Under the calluses.
Morrows and yesterdays
He never climbs upon.
He hugs todays, green and yellow
Like the coconut tree leaves.
poem
by
Fabiyas M V
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