Invitations to life
Dive deep if sea seems inviting enough,
Leap in a river, forget swelling flood,
Climb on to that temptingly tricky crest,
Walk down to the valley sloping that go,
Be guest to an unknown nameless forest,
Explore a hamlet never found on map,
Meditate else on shore of tranquil lake,
Try, make friends with men of an unknown tribe…
That’s how those in love of their instinct live.
Life’s a lyric of valour-filled ventures,
Successful or not, mattering little.
There’s friendship between birds of wings and sky,
As there’s between man’s feet and forest trail,
Between human life and longing to live,
Let a man kiss an opportunity
To challenge life, never to live in fear.
This wonderful, hard-to-get human life,
What if far too protected gets from strife?
Life’s no life lived on edge of blunted knife.
Penguins prosper in harshest of nature,
Their emperor kind leaps from a tall height
Into untried sea to span unknown depths,
Who trained them to dive, where did they practice?
But that is what helps penguins hail harsh life.
Insecurity and uncertainty,
As fertile grounds for serendipity,
Fair invitations are to existence.
What if a poem’s predictably prime,
And life unfolds on wings of perfect rhyme?
So, let a man follow his guts’ instinct
That height and depth two wings be of same bird,
If penguins know this well why not humans?
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Reflections |22.12.2024|life, instinct, adventure
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