Scribbles by Sudhansh

In a home with a pending boon,
Lived two volcanoes and three plants…
Volcanoes dormant and close capped
Plants tender, sensitive and killable.

Dormancy caused by unemployment
While she remained close capped to protect the three plants,
From her ruthless ruthless rage.

At 11 PM when dormancy arrived,
At 11:30, when the plants were asleep,
The close-capped one would lose it all,
Badmouthing, Insulting, Emasculating,
The dormancy that remained unbothered…
Or at least acted indifferent.

The torment wouldn’t go one way,
She loved, protected and watered,
A winter sun to her three sons,
One not even hers!

Her tough love would harden at times…
Springing from a beaten down,
Suppressed ambition…

A little more than a decade later,
A Neem tree would remember his planthood days…
When a part of him didn’t sleep at 11:30!
Heard it all and promised to end the precarity,
A safe habitat for all to flourish.