// Autumnal Zephyr // he puts me in the ceramic planter // securing my root in the layers // of grit, compost and fine gravels // I love the open air. // Riparian vegetation beside the brook, // clime of the avenue, // to let myself amal- gamate with the hue, // amidst the lines of boulevard, // or the chaotic promenade, // in the tranquil woodland, // amongst the roar of the Leopard, // are my chosen environ- ment // yet he keeps me in the exposed casement // yearly or frequently he prunes my roots // to stunt my growth even so he doesn't uproot. // He would not have to shorten // if I had not outgrown // from my alloted planter // an awarded place - deep and angular. // He runs a heavy gauge wire // from the utter exor- dium // through my complete physique // to hold me in the rhythm -ic possie. // Then he finishes his detail // by decorating me with moss and gravel // Who am I? // Have you guessed me? // The ornate B O N S A I or the dwarfed L A D Y?
planter : decorative container securing : fixing firmly grit : small loose particles of stone or sand riparian : situated on the banks of a river vegetation : flora boulevard : wide street lined with trees promenade : avenue casement : window prune : trim exordium : beginning physique : figure rhythmic : occurring regularly possie : position detail : task bonsai : tray planting dwarfed : stunted in growth or development
Doesn't the Bonsai resemble a woman? Since a woman just like the bonsai (also like normal human beings) loves outdoors but is forced to stay home. She is chained by the social norms. She is not allowed to spread her intellect and knowledge. Their growth is pruned. Moreover it is also a kind of rule that a woman must look perfect and beautiful, thus she should always beautify herself. Tried to create a bonsai-shaped concrete poetry but failed : (
Inspiration : Bravely Fought The Queen by Mahesh Dattani.