Monday, February 16, 2015

The Duhat and the Watermelon

Dr Abe V Rotor

                          Acknowledgment: Photos from the Internet
Wearily I walked one summer day,
     The sky was as the sea is blue.
And thought, “Water must be nearby.”
     And so I walked on to where it lay –

A hill rose, a tree stood untold,
      Old were its branches but full;
By measure of my thirst and hunger,
      Its fruits were the sweetest of all.

With bare hands I cupped the manna,
     And feasted on it with no choice,
Then laid down under the tree’s shade
     Yearning still for a greater fill.

Thus I searched beyond for more gifts;
     And on a crawling vine did appear
Big, big fruits, but bigger was my lust,
      And I had my fill at last.

“A full stomach makes the head light,”
      My father used to tell me then,
“From thoughts to dreams they go wild,
      Seeking for other dreams.”

I dreamt I asked God something trivial -
     Why small are the duhat fruits;
And the watermelon, frail and crawling,
     Bears the biggest fruit on earth.

“There could have been some mistake,” I said
     And waited for any response.
“There must be reason in faith,” I implored.
    But only silence that I heard.

All of a sudden I woke up in a jolt,
     A berry had fallen on my head,
Whether by Sir Newton’s law that it fell,
    Or a Darwin’s finch that came.

I raised my hands to the sky and cried
     In atonement and in praise,
“Oh God, Oh God, there’s no mistake,
     There’s no mistake.” ~




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