Spending many hard days
With the sun, rains,
storms and winds.
A flower needed to
bloom,
With hopes held high.
I use to watch the
flower,
Waving with mild winds
As if it is telling me…
“I’m going to bloom
tomorrow,
Please come and see me
my friend… ”
As the time went by…
Dusk filled the
vicinity,
With gloom hidden
beneath a rusty sky.
Whistles of birds, voices
of the squirrels, faded away…
The Darkness engulfed
the night.
It was almost calm and
quiet
Till winds grew up inviting
thick showers
I went to bed, since
tomorrow was close…
In a few minutes, I was
far asleep…
The alarm rang, time to
rise and shine…
I got up to give the
sleep a rest,
To wander with the
morning songs…
Of robins, starlings and
sparrows.
And as I stepped out,
there I saw
Garden was with leaves
spread everywhere
The air was thick and
the sky was dark
I wandered along the
garden paths
To see the flower that
invited me
To enjoy the color, the
fragrance it promised me
Anxiousness and
uncertainty
Were the two thoughts,
started ruling me
I saw no flower but
just the stalk
Waving with the wind nature
has brought
The flower lied dead,
with mud on the ground
To hopelessness and
helplessness it was bound
An epiphany I had, let
me share with you
Life’s but an actor
acting when told to
Whatever may be the
rhapsody we bring…
We sing the song until
the song is sung…