We Smile, Rise from Roots
I may take time to smile but keep it on,
I know not what life means, how it bears fruit,
I smile all day-- right from the red of dawn.
Sun shines or silhouette rules, reason or none,
I greet the world--- though standing small, astute,
I take to smile at once and keep it on,
Grimace of prickly thorns nor ever frown,
Nor from a storm wicked tune of a brute,
I start smiling right from the early dawn.
Those close to me, together with me grown---
I sing with butterflies, sound on the mute,
Born with a smile I keep it ever on.
Blessed be the fertile soil and smiling sun,
Blessed be the Nature, I rise from the root,
I keep my learning on from dawn to dawn...
Until one day I wither, to death done,
Not once I forget this truth absolute:
One might take time to smile, should keep it on,
I start smiling from my babyhood’s dawn.
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The speaker in this poem is a flower. It talks of its philosophy of life and that of its close companions— leaves, thorns, and fruits apart from sprightly butterflies. It opens the monologue as the bud says, I take my time to smile, but keep it on as I blossom into flower. The guarding brutes are thorns. Everyone’s common philosophy of life is: Rise from the root.
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Villanelle | 09.10.2008 |
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