The yam trees stood tall and proud
in neat lines dressed in military green
against the rain and the winds
and dreamt of going deeper into the earth
unaware of the banyans and the peepals
the bending jackfruit trees or the coconut bearers
beneath the yam trees grew a yam people
walking with care in the rains
worried of deep furrows and puddles nay ponds
and then a yam child running naked in the rains
ran beneath a yam tree for shelter when
the pounding rains deepened the ponds
the furrows and the child cried loud
a old yam man ran out of his home
with a few youngsters in tow
to lift a grass blade and put it across the furrow
the little boy ran back to safety smiling
the mother wiped her tears
faraway in the skies the banyan and the jackfruit
caught each others glances and laughed aloud
a few leaves fell and the yam men ran back to their homes
their dreams were fragile so was their homes yet the hearts were strong
but the men and women above moved on as if nothing happened
It was a world they never knew of or will ever know.