Poems Concentrated Ed:3

This is it! It’s finally here! Been waiting for it? This Poems Concentrated Edition 3, and it contains Rayhaan’s second poem! I hope you enjoyed last week’s edition, which was a quite nice Hardy, and it’ll be the same next week too. So, like before I haven’t read Rayhaan’s story until I paste it here, so my reaction is just as fresh as yours! Without further ado, let’s move onto the poem below! If you don’t know what Nelli is, don’t worry it’s given below. You’ll learn enough about it in the poem too.

Under The Nelli Tree

As an infant I was scrawny,

I would not bother to eat.

Regardless, you’d pick for me,

The Nelli from our tree,

In its shade from the heat.

I grew in size and age.

I was your favourite from the others.

You loved to keep me by your side,

To eat Nelli with all the while,

Under our Nelli Tree.

Time passed with pointless words.

You no longer wanted my company.

The fruits grew ripe and fell,

And I’d eat them by myself,

You hated to see me, the peasant in your kingdom.

So down came the Nelli tree.

--Rayhaan Mubarak--

Like always, make sure to read the poem at-least once over before you read below, to grasp as much as you can.

Right. Now hopefully you’ve understood as much as you can, so now you can read the summary. I think the poem was really filled with regret, sadness, and maybe even had a tinge of anger too. The summary is going to interesting, don’t you think? Well, here it is, along with the definition of Nelli for those of you who didn’t know:

Under The Nelli Tree is a heartfelt reminiscence by the poet, who has been abandoned by a motherly figure who nurtured him since birth. When the poet begins to eat the Nelli fruit by himself, she cuts it down.

The poem is a sigh of regret as the poet recounts his childhood days when this lady would pick Nelli from a tree in their garden. Nelli is a fruit, commonly known as the Indian Gooseberry, and is found in parts of South Asia.

Wait. Rayhaan warned me about this. Don’t jump to conclusions! It’s not about his mother, he told me. So don’t bring it up, or it might get slightly awkward. Let’s forget about that for now.

The poem was heartfelt, and I think that hit me the moment I started reading this. It recounts such a sad story that happens so often. People change so dramatically sometimes, and it happens too quickly for you adjust. It’s something so many writers have written on. Right now I can’t pinpoint it, but I’m sure I’ve read it in a lot of books. It’ shocking that sometimes, it can be someone that you know so well, someone you trust, and here in this poem, it’s a mother, or a motherly figure. And actually, we have to talk about the emotions hidden in this poem, which I’ve just mentioned above. You can sense love, admiration, sadness, and near the end, hate. Then, when you just about finish reading it, you realise suddenly that there was a sense of anger throughout the poem too. That was just my brief analysis. I think there needs to be someone who we could have here to do proper analysis of these poems. If you are out there, do contact me!

And that brings me to the end of this edition of Poem’s Concentrated. I hope you enjoyed it, and I hope you like where this series is going. The next edition will come out on Thursday, and it’ll be another strong poem by Hardy.

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