Ode To Life Poem by Arjun Mangol

In the days of yore, did we gush down,
the snowy mounts that kissed the cerulean void.
The quiddity of life, hitherto unknown;
brimmed us from within; divine nectar.
Meandering down the vales of Time,
Past quiescent lakes and hillocks auburn,
followed the path carved by His hand.
His means arcane, yet felicitous to the hilt.
Fragrant zephyrs arise, mists from the cascades,
plays in the reeds and the osiers, some forgotten song;
O! take my heartstrings for the harp and play along...
for this eternal music, sweetens the air.
the waters all a'shimmer, encrusted with jewels of love,
the wreath that binds us all, like iron to the lode.
Like the myriad streams to the Ganges, did we meet,
our hearts welded for the immutable, Fate's divine...
And now as i stand on this ledge of Time,
reminiscent of the serendipity so far;
riffle those memories like pages of a book
and find betwixt them a flower or two,
fragrant reminders of a grandiose past.
Yonder flies a swallow, buoyed by the North wind,
as he makes his way into the gloaming
Evanescent horizons! , here we come,
this euphoria is built to last, for though,
our paths may go asunder, aeons may pass but still;
as this fluvial tale serves an exemplar
that like a river, leaping over weirs
gurgling and bubbling, swirling and frothing till at last,
it quenches the thirst of the insatiable sea,
so will we meet our destiny.