Rains are in full swing
cultivation is going
within a comprehensive ring
the intensity is in depth
comprising the breadth
done with great vigour
leading to a trigger
would bring in a bounty great
Of late I am succumbing to forgetfulness
thinking of something while doing another thing
has become a way of my life nowadays
that keeps me off the memory track now and then.
Once looked upon for strong memory
while my friends dubbed it as very cruel
now I am at the mercy of my memory
trying to recollect with lot of pains
but if I pass anyone who smiles at me
I proceed with a big grin and bigger nod
If some other comes near and talks
i am at a loss as my grin gives out very quickly.
I make up the whole thing pretending to know them
and talk generally about weather and place
thus escaping from the incorrigible forgetfulness
that has seized me in the recent days.
The way takes you straight.
Exposing nothing in the trait.
It is nothing but straight.
Everything else reflects the trait.
It is monotonous travel right.
Going steady without a flight.
Believe it is a certainty right.
Moving forward without a fight.
Surely, you would reach the destination late.
Nothing to press an acceleration in the slate.
Struggling you achieve the nominations very late.
It is a gradual but slow realization on the slate.
Realizing you get straight to your end.
Crossing the sea of life without a bend.
That is how you have to live up to the end.
Straight in stature without a single bend.
The day dawned with delight.
The sun came out with a bright light.
The newspaper was on the gate.
There were people taking a stroll with their mates.
There was not much noise of birds for long
They had vacated from their belong.
The trees have given way for buildings tall
It is a disaster more so Nature’s fall.
it was fresh and feeble,
it was so beautiful.
I walked out in the late morning,
It was still the same,
It was dainty and frail.
I peeped out in the afternoon,
It looked more or less the same,
Though slightly bigger than in the morn.
I made it again in the late afternoon,
It was there remarkable as ever,
It danced charming in the breeze.
I advanced towards it in the evening,
It had opened up elaborately,
Spreading its fragrance all over.
I rushed towards it the next morning,
Its petals looked withered,
It was drooping in a fold.
I retreated with a heavy heart,
Capitulating the growth in a day,
Finally reconciling to death also in a day.