The sunrise

The sun inches down the western sky,
as the egrets to their home, they fly.

At this peaceful scene, I glance,
sitting at town’s edge, I go into a trance.

The ephemeral clouds are golden at sunset,
as the atmosphere darkens from orange to violet.

Such has been life, like a fable text,
bright at one moment, gloomy the next.

Bulbul’s twitter replaced by night heron’s quack.
Cold winds from the creek, blow on my back.

People we love, leave us mid-way,
and dreams and wishes often go astray.

I walk back home on the lonely trail,
only the stars witness, from the heavens they sail.

We flounder around, hope in our heart.
But with depression, it has begun to depart.

And suddenly, fireflies blink their elfin light.
On the black canvass, it’s a lovely sight.

Why feel sad when bliss is nearby?
It’s inside! Why search outside and cry?

Then the moon comes with a silver radiance,
brightening the land with fluorescence.

As Krishna says, work on what you can.
Why bother about fruits of the plan?

At last, the peacock heralds the glorious sun.
Start life afresh, another day has begun!

We get what we deserve, not what we want.
Write the poem, not involve soul in the font.
- Atul Sathe © (The author owns the copyright and can be contacted at atulsathe@yahoo.com )