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Prashansa Chandekar

Abstract Drama

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Prashansa Chandekar

Abstract Drama

Autumn Of Life

Autumn Of Life

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My spirits were high and ambitions far fetched

My soul was never content with the roof and the bread

I travelled the globe and proudly trotted like a queen

Those were the days when the leaves were green!


I ran up every hill and defeated even the wind

I stared at the Sun and I saw its glare rescind

I danced with the stars and my allies had they been

Those were the days when the leaves were green!


But looking back I sense a longing for more; a longing to the core; a longing for life itself -


My mind did not ponder on the depths of life

It just did brood on the woes and the strife

Heady was I, never wanting to share

Joys were very few and peace was rare

Those were the days when the leaves were green!

Now, Autumn it is!


I care did not for even my closest kin

Rarely was my soul enthused from within

I sought after the things of this world

And fought for carnal glories to be hurled

Those were the days when the leaves were green!

Now, Autumn it is!


From dawn to dusk I toiled for the filthy lucre

Agonizing were the days with no one to succour

Success was evident but satisfaction had vanished

Praise ther

e was, but it was grimly tarnished

Those were the days when the leaves were green!

Now, Autumn it is!


Now that my life is frail and the evening sun has begun to set

I look back and wonder what it could have been from the onset

I wish I had taken a step back and lived my life to its fullest

I wish I had gathered more friends in moments that were the dullest

I wish I had assimilated the Sun and not let it withdraw

I wish I rode over the wind and held on to life with every straw

I wish I loved life and did not brood on its intricacies

I wish I held on to my loved ones in joys and difficulties

I wish I strove to achieve respect than the alluring fame

I wish I strove to be fair than always winning the game

I wish I clung to love and therein did I believe

I wish my virtue was intact and no one did I deceive

I wish I wished well for every caste and every creed

I wish my spirit with grace and humility I did feed

I wish I had a heart that would desire always to give

I wish I had done all this and everyone I could forgive


But my winter is near, and Autumn is about to end,

Time is less and I have no strength to contend

I may not have even the night for me to fend

But you my friend, can meet with your life on every bend

And live it with a meaningful destiny that you intend!


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