Yellow Poplar

In this verse about flowers and nature, Elsy sees life’s lessons. A didactic poem with a moral exclusively for Different Truths.

The yellow poplar,
alias, the tulip tree,
stood proud and tall
flaunting its meaty blooms,
atop a bed of bona fide tulips,
with a little smirk on its lips.

The little bed of tulips,
sure, sensed the scorn,
but not a bit woebegone
played on its home turf.

Anon arrived a windstorm
twisting the trees in a twirl,
and the unassuming tulips
lay prostrate on the ground.

The storm’s adrenalin
done and gone,
the tulips spied
the puffed up poplar
deflated on the ground,
all snigger gone for good.

Mama Tulip bid the kids,
to remember the adage of elders,
‘Pride goes before a fall’.

‘Enshrine this beacon in your heart:

‘The clout of might
is whacked at its height,
the meekness of the modest
has no fright to fret.’

©Elsy Satheesan

Pic from Net.

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Elsy Satheesan
Elsy Satheesan is a retired Professor of English. She had been teaching in colleges under the Govt. of Kerala, India. Currently, she resides in Virginia, USA. ‘Random Musings’ is her first volume of poems. ‘Summer Snow’, is the forthcoming one. Her poems have been published in national and international anthologies. Short stories in Malayalam have been published in weekly and fortnightly, in Kerala. Humanity is her religion, and poetry, her passion.

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