A Turning About
A Turning About
I thought life was an uphill task.Face turned
Towards the West,head bowed I clambered on
And on,one among many,seeking some
Vaguely beheld trophy at the top.
The cuts and bruises from impatient slips
Were all,I thought,sure signs of normalcy,
Till I saw some with unhurried steps,
Unruffled looks that clearly marked them not
Of the race and wondered at their strength.
Invited for a sip,curiously
I went and as I turned cup in hand
To sit on a boulder,lo,in the Eastern sky
Resplendent stood the Sun,the source,the glory
Of it all!And then I understood
The strenght of the softest bud,the measured
Reach of the tiniest twig,the patience
Of the aged wood,the rainbow shine
In a lowly ditch and when I got up again
To climb,it was only for a better view.
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