Life....

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.