Poison Tree

It is 1992-93 we believe, while I was studying 12th standard. In English first paper we got some poems of well known poets of English literature like William Wordsworth, William Blake, Henry O Henry etc,

I could still remember some of the poems in the 11th & 12th Standard syllabus because I would enjoyed the poems while learning them. On those days we never got interested English literature and all off course we use to just memorize the poems, essays and question answers and then just throw them on exam papers only. Yeah we always fought with this second language English, we will get the just pass marks only.

But after a long time, I could realize them as enjoyable ones to read.In those enjoyable poems I can specifically say one, which is "Poison Tree" by William Blake.

He says if we would have got some anger or frustrations with some one of our friends that has to be expressed and conveyed immediately on to the face. And that should be hidden in the mind and act with a smile with the same person. If we do not express openly, keep the same in mind, and shows a smile as usual, it will leads to a poison tree seeded in our mind, will grows gradually day by day and one day it would become a big poison tree.

If we react at the time, the causes would be very worst on both sides, the hearts would be wounded like anything, and severity becomes very high.

This is the one could be comparable with software testing too, a small bug in the software at the development stage could be agreed and accepted will leads to find a way to fix. If we hide or ignore the same it will grow like a poison tree, then it will cause a big impact at later stages.

Ok, Lets see read the poem and enjoy now. I don't have the prose for this.

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree