Fifty Springs

Started from stumbling, falling all the way, 

Nobody to show the route, still fortitude touch the sky.

Members maintained regularity, but failed to check the pace,

As there was a long way to walk and many to chase.

With no place to stop and no house for shelter,

But a hope to see the new horizon of colour.

Contemplation modulated to action and determination to destination,

And that provided feedback to achieve the culmination.

Much of the thoughts varied in configuration, 

But unity in diversity led to stabilisation.

Monsoons always played the bad villain,

Vomiting the real lava in its season.

Everything voyaged in a secretive manner, 

But all parts liked that night supper.

In that way passed the four colourful pages of life,

Then came that teary separating night.

There was no way to percolate that quaint essence 

And each had to control their practical effervescence.

In between fifty springs have already gone,

Still that separating friday rings the eardrum.

Now that fragile body fails to recognise,

And it can barely speak to his friends of that night.

Whether battle has been lost or won, God better knows,

But the play is over and it is known to all.