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REFLECTIONS IN SOLITUDE
REFLECTIONS IN SOLITUDE
A bawl, a crawl and then a step
A helpless bundle yet full of pep
A scrawl, a drawl and finally in school
Tumbling, fumbling, almost a fool.
Till a butterfly emerges from the chrysallis
Parents thank God for their little bliss
Thus appears the little man on the threshold of life
Confused and silenced to witness such strife.
Time flies and many moons later
He graduates from shorts to trousers like father. .
Freckles, tan and blemishes may make or mar him!
Follows passions and fashions with vigour and vim.
Surrounded by contradictions
He seeks solace in company
To laugh away blues,
In thoughtless blasphemy.
Ambitions and dreams hold a ray of hope
Realised through opportunities and scope
And life slowly turns a shade of grey
Amid the crazy race to stay in the fray.
Learning the ropes and the tricks of the trade
Of training and straining to m
ake the top grade
Beware of bumps and shocks on the way!
Lo and behold! that strand has turned grey.
Reflecting on the past brings pain and tears
Life is now fraught with apprehensions and fears.
Name and fame are but illusions
Legacies bequeathed are only consolations.
Stepping through the final arch at the door
In step with his soul mate he treads the floor
He surveys his own footprints visible no more
Mellowed, Autumnal and considered a bore.
Loss or gain sunshine or rain
Keeping account is all in vain
The “soul” cries “liberty”, the body holds back
The tussle continues till senses go slack.
Comes the final “turn” to the “other side”
The drop is deep and the chasm is wide
“ My work is over, goodbye dear friends,
It is up to you now to keep up the trends.”
“If ever you chance to come by
The same old “bend “
Make it on a weekend,
Won't you my friend ?”
