A SAGE's DEAL
Was broken, and shaken.
Was someone’s, but not taken.
Said, put pains to bed.
Noises in the head, it’s time to be dead.
Packed bag, buried ***.
Wore ‘traveler’ tag, prepared for jet lag.
Crossed a sea, in far land to be.
Find peace key, and to open skies flee.
Walked unknown streets, colorful creeks.
But sadly bleak, recovery was meek.
Then came a sage, wiser in age.
Saw the mind cage, turned the gloomy page.
Smiled, asked for hand.
Tied across, a red holy band.
Assured, all to be well.
May in amity you dwell.
Thought, another wrist tie.
Kept band, left with a sigh!
A month away, things fell in place.
Surrounded me an aura of grace.
In harmony, blessed I felt.
With ease, difficulties I dealt.
Looked at the red tie.
Bid despair goodbye.
New me, in the mirror.
life and aims, clearer.
Wondered if it was real,
a blessing, a sage’s pious deal.
That sorted the twined feel,
And, I live today with new zeal.
Copyright © Ritika Sharma | Year Posted 2019