July 21, 2016
A cool summer evening, a setting sun
Should have been pretty enough
To entice one.
But I kept walking silently
On that dirty park lane
With my preoccupied mind
Thinking ’bout my own troubles and pain
Paying no heed to nature.
It beckoned me valiantly
To force me to open my eyes
The vibrant skies tried bravely
To make me see
The wondrous world again.
Defiantly, I walked on
Not looking around
Thinking about the day that was
An eon of a day, it had been
It had made me fussy and cross.
I was completely preoccupied
Thinking of my sadness
Of old wounds that burnt red
And of people who made it burn so.
I wondered if I would ever
Make it back to the point
I had fallen back.
And then perhaps perchance,
I looked up. I looked at her.
She smiled. I looked at her askance.
But there was something in that smile
That was reassuring.
I smiled back tentatively.
She was swaying to the tunes of the wind
Her happy pink visage, glowing.
She was the picture of happiness
Of pure, boundless joy.
Of color and beauty and prettiness
Of enjoying life immensely.
I couldn’t help but feel jealous
Her smile was mocking me
I could take it no longer and
I asked her stiffly
‘How is it that you smile so?
Why do you feel no pain?
Has life never been unjust to you?
She said, “Who said there is no trouble
In my life at all? Look at me and close”.
“My laden boughs weigh me down.
But I keep my head high.
I am supported by this structure
Else I should truly die.
But I make the structure beautiful
And that’s a choice I make.
My weak limbs are at the mercy of the wind.
But it makes all the difference when I dance to its tunes”.
I walked back a wiser man.
I walked back with my head held higher.
I walked back with the understanding
That nothing could put me lower
Than my own self.
I turned back to thank her
My pink angel.
No one was there
Except for a laden bougainvillea bough.
It swayed to say goodbye.
Mysuru, Karnataka, India