On the Pleasures of Sowing
Though it’s not what I wish to do –
It’s just that nature commanded so,
“Here’s the seed, now go sow”.
I tried to throw the seed to wind
And I tried to sow it in water, too,
But the seed just dried and sometimes
It flushed wordlessly down the loo!
I turned to nature and soflty said –
You gave me seed but it made me bad,
For I tried to sow as you said I should
But the soils of the world think I’m crude.
Nature mocked my gentle word
“Don’t drop your seed where there is turd.
Till the soil and sow it deep
Don’t leave it far, to further creep”.
I think I understood nature’s wish
And found myself a deepnecked dish
I took the plough and shoved it deep
But the plough lost blood, I began to weep.
Finally I saw a beautiful maid
The plough rose high and music played
I approached the maid with a song on my lip
She turned and ran as I began to strip.
Tell me, nature, why you gave the seed
Couched in pleasure, man’s greatest greed,
When soil feels soiled at the touch of seed –
What’s the sower’s fault if soil feels no need?
“Sowing seeds is a pleasurable act,
But to sow the seed you need some tact,
You don’t just strip when you see a maid,”
Nature, laughingly, in reply then said,
“You must see when the soil is ready
And approach it gently, your step steady
For the soil will not take just any seed
No matter what you say, how hard you plead.”
“The soil has preferences in sowers’ seeds
And looks for one that will fulfill its needs.
It needs a sower who’ll protect and share
And bestow upon it much loving care.”
“Have you understood what you need to do
When to do and how to do –
For, if you have you can sow your seed
That will grow like you and spread your breed.”
“It’s not man’s fault that his seed wants release
And it’s not woman’s fault that she’s hard to please.
That was how I planned it all –
Like it or not, you’ve got to play ball.”
“There’s more seed than soil can grow
This is what you need to know
Hold your seed like valuable treasure
And waste it not for a moment’s pleasure.”
“I gave you pleasure to direct my need
To mate good soil with healthy seed –
Without that gift most seed would waste
And soil would age in greater haste.”
