To My Sweet Home

          Sonnet:

          To My Sweet Home


The tiny mango tree next to the plant,
For the rest of my life, I want it to remain that way I want the rows of coconut trees to be that way Let the Christmas tree's rising head be silent.

Let the lean twigs of olives be the poetry of my puberty
Mangoes, guavas by the side of the kitchen let the air talk,
Let the stagnation of the afternoon be written on bay leaves and cinnamon stalk Let the small jasmine be fidgety!

Let the story of the arrogant fall of the night jasmine!
Let the mango branch be covered like formative mathematics and the fruit be green; Let the blue-throated be disobedient!
Let the dense leaves of the old litchi free be inserted.

Oh! I miss those happiness
I doubted if I should ever come back,"let me count the days".