i was proud of my land
water clogged and swampy
cost me a small song
but providing a great opportunity
to establish my nonconformity
i cherished the three trees that came
with the swamp: a young Palmyra palm
a Neem, and a Wood Apple
supplying me shade and hope
i saw the trees growing faster
as i fertilized and poured plenty of water
from my own well sunk in my plot
that i, with my own hands, proudly dug
now i think of King Coconuts i planted
watered, and carefully cared
from assaults of those crawly beetle
attacking palms, my babies thrived so well
and of these assets i constantly muse
day dreaming of this past slog
i, at the end, exchanged for a nose stud
causing, within, much anger of the loss
