Lost in thoughts
while watering the plants
one early morning,
I felt on my right ear
the touch of a creeper
from across the high wall
of our neighbour...
In an impulse
I wished to throw it off
or trim it not to irritate my ear,
but I did neither,
held it and looked over the wall.
The soil near its root was bone-dry,
in silence did it try
to tell me, 'I am thirsty, too,
a pail of water pour on me, will you?'
'Yes, of course,' I appeared to say,
'without any doubt.'
Plants too have their language,
they are like us articulate, never mute!