Things Will Fall Into Place Poem by Amrit Rathi
Things Will Fall Into Place
In the morning, I went to the garden,
but the presentation was on my mind,
and how I would face my boss.
A flower tickled me and asked,
“Are you not here? You are there! Where?
“In my office”, I replied.
“When you walk, just walk;
when you’re here, be here.
Life's brief, still I spread joy everywhere.”
On the way I saw the old dog, Tommy,
looking in my eyes, wagging his tail with love.
I wondered and inquired,
“How do you remain upbeat all day long
with everyone you meet? ”
“My secret! ” the dog said, “One at a time I greet
with full attention and incessant zeal without wait.
People love me, I love them, and it’s great! ”
I took the nine-twenty train and grimly sat
when the train whispered in my ear,
“Why do you look down? Any problem I can help? ”
and I explained it all.
With a gust of wind it said,
“Simple! Just play an imagination game.
Captain Aim! Please come,
let the teams of ideas play; you video shoot the game;
make the presentation from the stills of video, chum! ”
I reached the office,
opened my laptop all in a hurry
with a smile it greeted me:
“Good morning, any order for me? ”
“Oh! Call the PowerPoint—
today we’ve a lot to do, friends! ”
The PowerPoint pulled out from the bag of my mind
the images of slides, all brilliantly arranged.
“Make a printout, please printer! I’m tense.”
With a leap in my step,
I rushed to my boss’s cabin,
frisking with the laptop in hand
with the presentation I’d made.
“Wow! ” He jumped three feet in his chair,
“You’ve done a great job! I’m glad,
but how could you get these damn ideas? ”
with a strange look, he stared.
“You would be surprised!
This morning I met the flower, the dog,
the train, and tuned in to what they all said.”
“What do you mean? ” he looked puzzled.
“They’re my friends, teachers,
also the source of ideas for this accolade!
When you work, just work,
one at a time, with imagination
the things will fall into place, ' they said.
I came back home quite late from the office,
took dinner, and was lazing, looking at the ceiling.
Ceiling! Where's it gone? It was there!
I see the sky of my mind
with stars of ideas twinkling bright.
What a wonderful day of creativity and joy I had!
I think, now I must go to bed.
In your sweet caresses,
Oh night! I would die for the day,
until the morning and resurrection
when afresh I’d come alive and kicking,
“Another presentation you’ve got to make! ”
agitated the mind.
“Remember, ” I nonchalantly said,
“When you sleep, just sleep,
the things will fall into place.”
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Simply excellent Poet. Your look has been transformed by the look of universe itself. You have again put the life to the so called static objects. We can feel the universal life-force everywhere as our Indian ancestors tried to establish through their philosophical ideas. Beautifully you have drawn a pictures of wholeness and at the same time your existence hangs on the hand of infinity. As a Poet your role is of a viewer. Not to make a comment but to narrate the whole thing of every happenings and what to be happen and what not. Actually I am very much knocked by this poem. Good illustration of own feelings when the sky of mind appears in the place of roof. POET LIVE LONG AND WRITE SO MANY BRIGHTEST PIECE OF CREATION. Regards 10+++ Apoet Bangla
very inspiring poem, and good imagination..... but this would have become a masterpiece if you had made it more rhythmic...... you imaginations and ideas are too good...... thank u for sharing this poem....
Really enjoyed ur poem.. Today morning I met the flower, The dog, the train, and tuned in to what all they said. They’re my friends, teachers, also the idea for the accolade! “When you work, just work, one at a time, with imagination The things will fall in place.”, they said. very nice indeed!
A common occurrence with all of us. We think of the future hurdles forgetting the opportunity in the present sometimes right in our face. Nice description and good personifications.
Very well-expressed, just live in the moment and grab it before it is gone; that way, everything seems within reach...
very intriguing and i like the part where it says if you are here be here. much of our pain is self chosen and one of the things that makes us mourn the present moment is trying to make comparison with the past and drifting away from the present by being elsewhere in the wings of the future. well done
the poem is really nice! We rarely live the moment, worrying about the future. liked these lines especially: I came back home quite late from the office, Took dinner and was lazing, looking at the ceiling. Ceiling! Where's it gone? It was there! . I see the sky of mind, With stars of the ideas twinkling bright.
i loved ur poem...even though it was more of a story it made my mind think and explore..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 5:05:59 AM # 1.0.0
The presentation of a day's experience in the form of a poem is well done.