Thursday, February 7, 2008

A TRYST WITH THE DESTINY


I cry, I wail, in a manner so frail.
I stop, I see, what’s beside me.
I hear the sound of the nature divine,
Perfectly in rhyme with the muck and grime.

I look at the sky, with my eyes all dry.
Complaining to Him, in a tone too wry.
Of how li’l I had got,
Of all the agonies the life had brought.

And lo!! The Almighty, The Redeemer was there.
His voice defined, and rhetorically sincere.
“Get up my child! Do not despair.
Accept the challenges as your share.
Let them strengthen you from within.
Only this will lead to your win”.

His words brought agility to my limbs.
And all pessimism began to shrink.
With a panache I headed in a direction so clear.
And promised that I would never again fear.


2 hugs.. ;):

Mannubhai-The Madman said...

Aditi,
I read a couple of your poems but this one is too good.It's not very poetic but touches you-the struggle within,a person trying to accept the reality, a person who's illusions are getting dispelled with the passage of time- connects very well with the reader.
Good Job!!
Rock ON!

orchid said...

Thanks. :)
This was the most instantaneous one; thoughts put in a plain direct way!