The symbiosis

Your man and my woman

Stand there as two trees above,

We both, as their roots below,

Feed each other to nourish

Our trees above to flourish.

Unaware, they, too, aren’t in anguish.

Is not it fit for us to cherish

In that because of you, me and

Because of me, you, grow rich

In our luster to entice our partners?

One can fence the shoots;

Can one, the roots?

One can guard the bodies

Can one, the hearts?  Palakkad29.06.99