Dusk
I sit on my garden chair, with a coffee ready to sip
Reminiscing about what has been my life's road trip
Listening to the rain's steady pitter-patter
Yearning to see birds again and hear their chatter
The coffee mug says, “ World's greatest Dad”
I read the inscription and it makes me glad
I think of my daughter and her pristine smile
Which makes me feel that my life has been worthwhile
My weary eyes have seen it all
My rise from the ashes and the occasional fall
The warmth of friendship and love profound
The feeling of flying and that of being run aground
Is a dispassionate look possible into the past?
Reviewing the dried leaves and the proud flags on the mast
And singularly rate them as good or bad
And segregate all actions into trays, titled Sane or Mad
There have been punishments and rewards
Moments of sheer bliss and counting a broken heart's shards
In retrospect, they appear as though they were meant to be
Shaping my life, Shaping me
My friends have long since gone
Making me feel like a boat with sails torn
My love departed and tears I cried
Till I could no more, and my eyes dried
So I grasp my coffee mug tight
In frail fingers that shiver, even without fright
I think of how I transformed from seed to tree to husk
And wait to dissolve into the waiting dusk
Copyright © Manoj Kumar | Year Posted 2015
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