This week’s poem, inspired by recent visits to Barisal and the wonderful experience of visiting the orchards and floating fruit markets there.
Guava market
I went to buy guavas, fresh and fragrant
from hands of those who plucked their orchard trees,
I watched grey twisted branches yield their offering,
felt humid sunlight sieved by guava leaves.
We sail all night from rain drenched Dhaka city,
dark water bore us South to Bengal bay,
we flowed to flooded lands of cyclone regions
where hand-raised soil keeps roots out of harm’s way.
I watched the pickers pick gold-ripening guavas,
boats filled with seasons scented fresh delight,
follow them to busy floating markets,
with weathered traders, smell and taste at last.
Barisal 2015
The poem is as fresh as the picture, beautifull.
This is the character of the poet to see poem in everything. Guava as a subject of the poem is uncommon. Especially, its flesh is added from the knowledge of agriculture and marketing, which is unique. This is great.
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it, and as you say, there is poetry in everything. That is why I call my site everyday poems. 🙂