Throughout the years
He’s been rambling
Wandering unaccompanied
From one orchard to another
Aimlessly eyeing for something
As though he has got the centuries
.
He was probed
By the folks
When will the two legs discontinuing
Taking the next step of roving
In one of those gardens
As though the elongated journey
Doesn’t tire him
.
As he striding hastily
Picking one flower
Over the other
But all keep fading
And the smell seems reeking
Leaving his hand impure
And his heart fragmented
Shattering his infinite hope
Of holding the veracious flower
.
Indeed
The journey does tire him
To crave a new step
In each moment of time
Seems like
Wishing the snow
To stop falling
In the freezing winter
.
But
There's always spring after winter
Day after a long restless night
Light at the end
of every dark tunnel
And a destination to every journey
.
And as his two legs gridlocked
Seeking for a shelter
At an exquisite orchard
Where beautiful flowers blossoming
And the essences are like jewels
Decorating the air
Pleasing him and those around
.
And today
As the sun merrily shining the day
and the chirping birds
are flying with a melody
He sent the blessed hands
To reserve the green flower
For a sacred day to come
For him to stop roaming around
And holding the veracious flower
Planting it gracefully
in a house called Home
"Jise zindagi dhoondh rahi hai
Kya ye woh makaam mera hai
Yahaan chain se bas ruk jaaun
Kyun dil ye mujhe kehta hai"
17 September 2016
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