TO MATURITY

The long span, the branches widened

Hard, very deep and firm the roots.

Of twigs, buds, flowers the merry chats

So keen, vast the trunk, contented. 

     Heavy snow, frozen cold, extreme drought

     Storms and earth quakes passed over

     Pathetic the days, earnestly survived,

     Preserved the fruits, satisfied.

Knew not the days passed, the growth

Turned to maturity, the golden period

The prime almost now, turn never back,

Firm with full spirit, the wrinkled youth.

     Feel not a still stand, nor a stagnation

     Refined instead as movements move

     The seeds come up, intensely watch

     The experienced, matured, the living legend.

sayed thangal