The V Poem by Savita Tyagi

At this time of the year, the big oak trees on both side
Of street are loaded with emerald green leaves.
Where the street ends, it creates a huge V in sky.
When the sun recedes into soft evening and birds come to roost,
Walking alone on empty quiet street I made a V
With my fingers to follow that V shape,
In trying to unite with the silent tranquil space's
Vast sketch of peace and spread out grace.

A chain of thought flashed through my mind.
Numerous ancient symbols are buried mystically
Deep in letter V, now shrouded in history of time.
The great God Pan - worshiped by ancient Greeks,
Lord of Shepard, rustic music, and wild of hills,
Or the V for the victory- Churchill's famous hand sign,
Not to mention the Japanese peace sign glittering in
Neon light crossed through my internal eyes.

But all this long history of letter V only had a faded
Presence behind nature's big and impressive canvas.
Here a vernacular design was hung in front of me
Made by an unpretentious and superb artist's
Natural brush strokes and simple lines.
Just as I was about to take my eyes off from the sky,
Few wild geese came flying through that V shape
And disappeared quickly into the dense dome of trees.