TREE OF LIGHT

Motley of fruits
The branches bear
From the stooping
Stems of light

In season's response
It ripens
Hued many
Pulpy and wide

One pluck
An instant joy
Grace the gravity
In savor of taste

Many coy hungry
Political or otherwise
Can't resist
An all invite

Let all sounds
Belch out bile
Not, from
Hollow stomach

Let joy rapture
From the shining
Mouth teeth, satiated
In eternal wake

Let tree of light
See its days
In the nights of
Africa, India
And the world alike!