Living In The Present Poem by Jasbir Chatterjee
Living In The Present
On a quiet, peaceful
Chilly Sunday morning,
I once walked
On a trees lined road
On my way to work;
Pensive, anxious,
And worried
About what the future
was going to bring.
And then,
A pink flower suddenly dropped from above
On my feet.
Taken aback,
I looked up at the naughty tree.
It was filled with sparrows,
Hopping around on its sturdy branches, ,
Happily chirping,
A rare, heavenly sight these days in Delhi...
And then,
For a few moments,
Time stood still.
I felt elated.
My world, my present
Was limited
To the flower
On my feet,
That tree,
And those happy, chirping birds.
To the flower on my feet that tree, and those happy chirping birds. The faded petals of the flower on our feet may be the cause of our agony but chirping of birds with happiness unlimited can not be ruled out.Great poem Mam.Thanks for sharing.
The entire sequence has been portrayed quite elegantly which highlights the inseparable bond of man and nature. When we are emotionally down, we are often comforted by nature with its healing touch. Thanks for sharing, Jasbir ji.
Thank you, Rajnishji, for your wonderful comment. I truly appreciate it. Happy Makar Sakranti!
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4/26/2024 5:17:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful moment of a journey from present to future nicely captured.