Every day, we make it a routine to eat our delicacies with coconut.
Taste buds demand its hegemony over everything on my plate.
I relish the coconut chutney with Idli and Dosa.
Mindless paths of my wisdom speak louder than the marathon campaigns of political jokers.
I speak my mind all the time.
Every time, a new coconut falls on the Earth.
I spill my wishes to her now and then.
Coconuts are so common here.
She remains silent in the coconut groove.
My sweet dreams get diluted with the coconut oil.
I smell it with the inevitable longing.
I break the coconut shell occasionally,
scripting my magic of love.
I pray to the Almighty to nourish the coconut.
Nothing much has changed with our longing for the coconut milk.
I speak with the trees quite often.
Who cares for the trees yielding all that they want?
My love is lost in the shell.
(Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, September 29,2025)
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