The cashew nuts are waiting,
Oh, to fall to the wet earth,
To sprout, to dig in their roots,
Spread branches and boughs,
To fruit, to seed,
To live out their lives,
To find fulfillment!
Alas!
The mother tree just won’t let go!
Expectantly, with bated breath,
Dangling a root,
The baby seeds wait.
Perhaps, the strong monsoon breeze,
Would give ‘em a playful push,
Or the chirping birds, perchance,
Would choose them to perch on,
Maybe the driving rain,
Would loosen the death grip,
In unwavering hope and faith,
Alert, the seeds wait…
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