MANGO BLOSSOMS
DR. R. RABINDRATNATH MENON I.A.S. (Retd.)
It’s time for mango blossoms, the nip
in the morning air moulds the tree’s sap.
Dark clouds hanging out in the sky
would melt them. One doesn’t figure out why.
Creation’s secrets we see marching past,
good things aren’t tough enough to outlast
assaults from the unknown, they fall and die.
Nature’s bounty overcoming the defects
and deficiencies in their make-up reflects
a cause for mass-production; the strong and the week
are a pattern formed of valley and peak.
“Go and multiply” when prospects seem bleak.
Unrelieved plains are against the pre-set
model in the mind of the great architect.
Peals of laughter, tear-drops, silences,
justice carved out from realities and pretences;
both good and evil appear to succeed
and fail, leaving no room for a creed
absolutely decreed. Good sense stands freed.