Kavya S Babu
At A Distance... - Poem by Kavya S Babu
I looked at the narrow pathway leading forth
At a distance, I can see my future
Adorn with treasure, pleasure and leisure
Awaiting me and the generations to come
My premises got warmed up and my soul
Just like a cut out diamond, under sun
Is splitting the enormous energy of the ultimate God!
The candles that wept in my dark, bid me farewell
For me, is about to enter the real enchanting world!
With the best of all, I 'll be gifted there
No sweat, no tear and no fear
Without a knock, the doors will open
The host will spread the red carpet
With my heads up and hair waving in the breeze,
I'll greet the praising mob and push back the hitting flowers
And days would pass enriching my life
With majesty, money and more...
All on a sudden, everything may fall upside down
Leaving those joys, far from reach...
With the lady next door, I'll twitter and build
My days longer and deeds shorter
Will remain untouched, the mystery of wind, rain and sun
The language of birds and flowers move away
In came the slangs of ego and jealous
The crook, I'll transform my glittered eyes into
I'll be deaf to preaching,
Blind to miracles of truth,
Lame when mind holds the foot,
Vulnerable to invasions of all kind.
Heart fails to love, brain takes up the job
It will debate for everything and at times
Remain calm and quite and one day,
Fed up by all these, still being worst
I would go to the tree shade, on the banks of the holy river
Take a deep breath and share a chat with my new friend,
the honourable lady, born poor, now the richest
She, after a look at my eyes and the road behind,
With broken tone and down eyes, says
'At a distance I can see my past
where peace was my companion and
what I inhaled and exhaled was only love'.
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