Nisha Mary Philip
H&R Block
EPOCH OF SOLACE
Priceless is the truest of bonds
That ushers through all taunts,
Distant from an eye's snare
Bonded by heart's layers,
Minutes to spare was perceived as a waste
As eyes to wait were in haste.
Solace hidden in the seeds were discovered
Never was its priceless estimate rediscovered,
Pitched in never, a hand to support it nourish
To succor mother earth flourish,
Blooming of flowers was scheduled
But watching them was rescheduled.
Splendid was the monsoon nights
When decked up was the town with magic lights,
Stupendous news to deliver, clouds had
Forbearance to hear the whispers, no ears have,
Low murmurs rumble like thunder
With not a soul to enjoy the wonder.
Ages ago, my brush took flawless rounds
To complete the towering mounts,
But with flying times
And changing minds,
Like the caged parrot at night
Did I hide my talent from sight.
Until the day I woke
When the realm was at stake,
Armored in defense of the unsung song
Of deaths and hassle for long,
With fear in each eye
With panic in each sigh.
Baby steps kept with caution
And grains supplied in portions,
To help us from being clogged
When the world was locked,
With the nation stumbling from evergreen progress
To complete regress.
These days did I ponder
That absence makes the heart grow fonder,
To delve the happiness in a glance
And sway as in a trance,
To fondle the rain patting on the face
Dashing down the cheeks as in a race,
With colours rebounding to my achromic life,
And painting my plodding soul.
At this juncture of world's fall
Did I realize life's call,
To either chase the horizons unseen
Or embrace the relations known,
Little happiness did I ultimately choose
Than barge behind the mirage unknown.