The Gate of the Goldilocks Zone
When the starless nights are opaque,
and the haze draped days are dark,
to walk the life’s pathway isn’t easy.
When the flowers of the garden wither,
and the grass of the pasture turns brown,
hopes drown in the sea of tear.
When the meandering road to travel is long,
and the wheel of time turns on the last lap,
the focused vision of wisdom for insight is lost.
When the pathway turns into a turbulent river,
incising within mind the course of its own,
I sail sanguine to the ordained destination.
I don’t then measure the span of space and time,
take the route as set for me
across the revolving nights and days I get.
I don’t ask the purpose of the journey,
for I won’t ever know, but I’m sure,
someone will take me to the valley of flowers.
I don’t sink hope in the abyss of despair,
but travel content and confident
on the new walkway I pave in the present terrain,
kindling in my mind the beacon of introspection
to illumine the convivial sanctum of the serene soul,
I see in its precinct the gate of the goldilocks zone open.
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April 2, 2021
Contest : Goldilocks Zone
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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