From: ranga@cs.umd.edu (M.Ranganathan)
Newsgroups: soc.culture.tamil
Subject: Re: The fall(ing) leaves...
Date: 18 Oct 1996 21:14:46 -0400

In article <3266A4AE.446B9B3D@jpmorgan.com>,
Kavitha  <manickam_barani@jpmorgan.com> wrote:
>To this world, its beauty and fun -
>Watching you turn yellow, red,
>pink, everything but green
>and then wither..
>
>Dear maple, oak, poplar,
>birch, ash, negundo,
>catalpa, nyssa, and 'ugly' peach -
>I hear your sombrely suffering
>for every leaf fall,
>Seeing famished earth consume
>your springs, 'fore gorging you...
>May be mom could better
>relate to your pain!
>
>"Everything that blooms must fall!",
>someone said philosophy.
>
>Perhaps you would prefer
>your love kids be green-ever,
>Than sparkle bright to the world
>only to wither, to desert you.
>
>Yo yonder trees! Do you know
>you are atleast fortunate!
>- Have to wait only 'til spring
>to fonder your charming springs fresh,
>to erase fall's wreck!
>You are indeed fortunate..               --Kavitha
>
>----------------------------
>Have a great weekend!


O Kavitha you wax poetic
On how the leaves do fall
Let me also rhyme on nature -
About that most important call
The call that one may not dare resist
For if one did it would persist
And cause a stink and smell galore
Till everyone hated you for ever more.
Your friends they would be very sore
For not answering that call.

If God is nature then you must ask 
If his alter is a commode
His call is irresistible -
When you gotta drop your load.

For there in one can never mask
More relief one can never ask
Truth is found within its reaches
Ask any Sunday preacher.

You think I am irreverent
A freaky man no doubt
Just remember this -  that in the end
Of this there is no doubt
There's poetry in everything
Even in flushing the alter
For have you ever heard the lovely sound
Of gushing, flowing water ?


M.Ranganathan