Contrast ~ Poem by M. Asim Nehal

When the sea summons them
Two women, one old one young
They walk bare feet on the sand.

As they sit on either corner of a bench
One sees the problem rushing towards like waves
The other sees the glad tidings one upon another

The young lady is scared as if a dart is fired
And the forest started burning
Clouds of uncertainty had covered the rays of hope

The Old lady is counting her blessings
As the fragrance of past rushes
Eyes glitter with glory.

The sea is ever calm from beneath
The tides are inviting to explore
The adventures of life.