Brief Stay - Poem by Ajit Das
Windswept, rain-lashed a tiny flower
fluttering high up on a mossy cliff
writes poetry on the sojourn of life.
It flashes colours, wafts fragrance
and, as if in a spell of dread, quivers,
when dark clouds hover on the sky.
We, too, decorate our days, our dreams;
then trapped in snares, set on the road,
we recoil, dither, cast sideways glances.
Yet we move on in stretches, not isolated;
failure, success, tears, smiles are sinews
of resilience, strings of the ensemble.
The flower dares the elements, steers
its brief spell of joy, before it withers.
Like the flower we live, no matter what.
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