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From Banana Tree Horse by Paiwarin Khao-Ngam
Banana Leaf Maiden
My banana leaf maiden from plantation,
Used to wrap white rice for provision;
On each field trip or a journey away,
You'd provide rice parcels to last my day.
You offered me rice, when hunger loomed;
Its aroma heartened e'en the mid-day sun;
Each mouthful was fragrantly perfumed
With a light, lasting scent, yet heady one.
I had loved you, my banana frond fair,
I once guarded you with a jealous zeal;
Then we parted, with an indifferent air
That no winds of change could conceal.
lonesome in the age of modernity;
Lonely in the epoch of emptiness;
Lovelorn in the era of frivolity;
Lost in the hour of hopelessness.
I met a giggly polystyrene vamp
At bizarre crossroads, this strange malady,
With the smile of a coquettish tramp,
Lured me to leave my banana lady.
My plantation beauty, cease flapping;
Your green garb will turn grey before long;
When we hear music with plastic wrapping,
T'is the end of our banana love song.