THE JOURNEY
It all starts with a spring
Some rapture and some zing
When blossoms are at full
And cuckoos merrily sing.
They raise their little heads
And leave comforting beds
They swing then hence and forth
Like pretty sea mermaids.
They quit taking from spoon
And grow stronger soon
They mock scorching sun
And laugh at wintery moon.
They weather big tempest
When the beast is running at best
And face those tinges of rain
That never takes a rest.
That vim not ever stays
That fervour also frays
Ahh! Heartless as Time is
Now there are yellow days.
Well as you people may have figured out by now that this is a symbolic poem. I have tried to depict the journey of life metaphorically drawing an analogy between life and leaf. The last two lines are of particular importance as a lot lies there. Time is heartless without a doubt. It never stops for anyone. But in the last stanza of my poem I have tried to cover a different side of the picture also. That you can never rewind time is universal truth, but equally true is that you can not fast forward it either. Ask someone in his/her late years, someone who is ignored by everyone.........even by Death. So ‘yellow days’ I mean dull colours of a dried leaves as well as old age.
