Allegory Poems-5 Poem by ashok jadhav

1. The River as Life's Passage
The river learned my name at birth
And carried it away from earth.
It took my laughter, grief, and years,
My childish dreams, my hidden fears.
I stepped aside; it would not wait—
No plea delays its chosen fate.
Life is not stillness on the shore,
But learning how to flow, and more.
2. Storms as Inner Turmoil
Clouds argued in my chest all day,
Thunder found its voice to stay.
Rain struck thoughts I couldn't name,
Lightning split my calm in flame.
When silence came, the sky lay bare,
Washed clean by grief it chose to bear.
Not every storm seeks to destroy—
Some clear the path for quiet joy.
3. Drought as Spiritual Barrenness
Prayers cracked like empty land,
No rain replied to lifted hand.
Faith lay dusty, thin, and dry,
Hymns forgot the way to cry.
Yet roots ran deep where eyes could not,
Drinking hope from unseen spot.
Drought does not deny the spring—
It tests how deep we dare to cling.
4. Seasons as Human Aging
Spring spoke fast, with careless cheer,
Summer burned through half the year.
Autumn learned the art of loss,
Counting gains at growing cost.
Winter sat and told the truth,
Nothing owed to strength or youth.
A life is not one season's role—
But learning how to weather whole.
5. The Forest as Moral Confusion
Paths crossed where light refused to lead,
Each tree insisted, Follow me.
Right and wrong wore bark and leaf,
Both promised shelter, both gave grief.
I walked until the map wore thin,
Found no exit—only within.
Some forests teach by losing sight,
Not giving answers, but insight.
6. Fire as Destruction and Rebirth
Fire came as thief and priest,
Burned the harvest, blessed the feast.
It took the old, unasked, unkind,
Left only ash and naked mind.
From blackened ground, green dared to rise,
A truth no flame can ever disguise:
What burns away was never core—
Fire destroys, so life can soar.
7. Mountains as Obstacles and Ideals
The mountain stood both curse and call,
A wall of stone, a sacred hall.
Each step denied the comfort known,
Each height revealed the self alone.
I cursed its weight, praised its view,
Hated the climb, yet climbed it through.
Mountains block the easy way—
And teach why heights are worth the stay.
8. The Ocean as the Unconscious
The ocean spoke in borrowed sound,
Hid its meanings far below ground.
Waves pretended to be all,
While depths remembered every fall.
I feared what stirred beneath the blue,
Yet felt its pull was mostly true.
To know the sea, one truth must stand:
The deepest truths resist the land.