Ninaad Das

THE BONSAI TREE

A gardener made some of his time free,
Decided to parent a plant for a mini tree.

He chose the healthiest among the nursery,
Planted carefully the sapling,
Knew the perfect ways, had perfect skills,
yet sometimes took help for crafting.

Cutting overgrown roots, wiring branches,
for six months, he tormented the plant,
Yet another six months to perfect it,
He brought it in a shelf which was vacant.

After a year when fruits were seen,
After his proper care and ration,
He was proud of his beautiful work,
Set it up for exhibition.

Behold! There is the beautiful work,
The result of proper look and care,
With nice little fruits, yet unfit to eat,
Stands a tree which is rare.

The gardener got praised, the plant made amazed,
Still the blinds just don't see;
The plant could have grown better, born better fruits,
If it were left as it were to be!