Promise Of The Summer Rose Poem by Amar Agarwala

LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE

As time fleets by our side, and days get stuffier and busier - we miss out so much on life. For most of us find little time to be in the present moment, with life pulling us in diametric opposite directions - The Past and the Future - leaving us stretched and breathless.

We miss out on beauty, we miss out on love, we miss little moments of joy and moments of tender togetherness with our family, loved ones and also with ourselves. We sacrifice so much for a better life, a better tomorrow, forgetting - Today is the morrow we had always dreamt of and it is here. Sometimes this realization never comes, and often it comes late, when we are at the brink of our lives. Sad that we try to beautify life at the cost of beautiful moments and beautiful people. Its like destroying the candid beauty of a flower by plucking it from its habitat to adorn in in a dead piece of art-work to be admired.

Man is strange, perhaps I too am. And poets are so strange... that often they pause and think about themselves, for they wonder who the stranger is, who walks in his own shoes. The summer heat is picking up and I know that this too shall pass, like so much has from my life. A beautiful thought comes to mind, it is in remembrance of a pretty little garden my grandmother kept at her backyard. I used to love her garden, with it beautiful flowers and well manicured shrubs and plants, this she knew. Then when she passed away, I was surprised to know that she had bequeathed upon me a part of our ancestral home, and the garden was a part of it.

The last when I visited my grandmother's crumbling mansion, I saw standing in the unkempt garden, a single yellow primrose. It was drying up and I knew its hours were numbered. Don't know why, I felt it was a message from my grandmother - to me - from wherever she was. I have noted it down in simple words. Hope they make sense to you