Jack of the Fruit
Jack of the Fruit
My grand dad, the jack fruit seed he planted
When I was born his wish to the god was granted.
Grew the tree did, speak the words I could free
In the race to reach for the stars, jack was way ahead
Soon I spread my knowledge in school,
The jack spread he did his branches.
In the college I was gathering knowledge
In the back yard the jack was spreading foliage
The fruits of my labour I got rewarded in the tests
Winter or summer the Jack kept growing its best.
Now
He has become the King among the fruits, nature's gift
A pack of many nutrients, all can benefit
In his full grown size, not easy to lift
Opening of one, it is no ordinary feat.
Flour or chips, halwa or pradhaman
Seed or the fruit, raw or ripe, all you can eat
Elephants, cows too love to eat and go upbeat.
Jack ripes by the time, onset of summer, begins the heat.
North or south, women or men, its fruit is meant to be had
In the love for its fruit there is no issue of religion or jihad.
I am in my sixty, in yielding fruits Jack is not yet thrifty
Signs of withering in me I see, jack is ageless, you can quite agree
Restless and rootless in my life I have become,
Deep roots firm in the ground, storms he has overcome.
Summer after summer people root for his fruits
Standing in his shade, to the grandpa’s wisdom I salute.