THE MIGHTY RUPEE ONE

THE MIGHTY RUPEE ONE

Dejected sat I; staring at emptiness,

An eerie silence that persisted,

Deafeningly loud and clear.

Pitifully I walked along on a pale and dry grassy lane,

Wrinkled at autumn `s draught,

Like my life or so I thought….

Mindlessly I kicked a stone,

And cursed luck for hurting my toe.

Walking on with my bleeding feet

I stared at that empty me.,

A chill ran down my spine,

Seeing myself at verge of fall;

Yet I could do nothing at all,

Gloomily sat I on pale dry grass;;

Picking it uselessly and tossing them aside

.

There I found my saviour, Glittering in the afternoon sun,

Its sheen was so bright; yet I despised it…

It was a one rupee coin, The one with thumbs up sign,

Made in 2007: oh it  was nothing divine.

Yet my saviour had it all ,as though someone lost him for me,

A message so strong and clear ;It killed the silence deafening me.

 I first took him and saw: and mindlessly tossed him about;

There was time when thumb was up,

And were  times when it went down.

Circular coin that he was;

Stared at me with sheen and might.

Life is a wheel stated the Asoka pillar;

It ends  where it starts

And goes up and down , he seemed to talk

I listened as though it was sudden gift of hearing:

that I deaf had got…

 I turned the coin some more

Feeling my mind turn around.

I looked back at those grasses,

Pale though yet alive.

Waiting for the first drops,

Hibernating and accumulating,

The life and flowers of future;

Waiting patiently for time to pass.

Then I knew what to do...

And tossed my saviour back again,

On to the patiently waiting grassy lane…

Hoping someone as confused as I

 To Gain the patience for tomorrow,

And courage to move on when thumb goes down…

IT IS NEVER TOO LATE

 I hurried along in my path

Growing Darkness in horizon

Reminding it is too late to walk….

Yet I am going on ,

in this deadly unknown path.

Coz I am late for destiny,

Awaiting  me in the end of path.

For I rested a while too long.,

Without  moving along….

And  now tumbling across the road.

Hurting my feet with thorns,

I realise the beauty of the sun rays,

That guided me in the morn,,,

I stopped in the way to rub my legs;

Resumed fearing it might be long.

Not  sure of the path though;

I just kept moving on..

For destiny beckoned me;

Some where far along the path

I fell and rose again to fight..

The  battle I thought I lost…

I thought the hurdles I met

Judged me unfit for the path;

Now I realise all my fault;

Coz I am stronger now at my heart.

Now with hands stretched in dark.

Stumbling across every rock..

Unworn and strong I walk..

For my cause though late ;

Yet not lost