Reward And Regard Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

The slow rising sun spillsout bright,
Lively coloursand shades, across
The distant spongy, gliding greenry;
Birds and bees enliven the scenery,
Dragon- flies, like war planes toss
But mean no deathanddestructive fight!
The pathway wind sand is lost
Beyond sight and behind the deep dell;
Early toilers seek sense in living;
Men of sloth in comely dreams bring
Fate and Luck with in their cozy shell
Of chosen sleep,andfreezelikefrost
Urging that God lovesthose whoaccept
With Patienceanything showeredonthem:
Strange itisthattheywithcontentrest
Withwhatthey find andwhat theyget
Or that their sloth on them is bent
Rather tooheavily with set phlegm
To retractfrom visionand indullnessbeleft

Theweaver -bird doth pickandtwine
With vigour, hope and measured skill
Shaping his warmthandconfidentoffer
Into astronghanginghome and swingproper;
A realwonder with his powered bill -
The all-purposeturbine so...divine!
She hop sand flies round the abodesmall
Reasonsnot, nor cares for his behest
And cocking her beak chooses to desert
Rejectinghim in wholeness ,and in pride,hurt
Sodeepthat he untwinesthe nest,
Andwith greater agilitydevastates it all....
The vesselof Life is driven byChoiceand Pick
But Chance pilots itwith his dexterous flick..!