The softest of touches
Of Wind on his skin
The smallest of tears
Slides off his chin.
A calm breeze, a warm rustle
Why did we have a tussle?
The sun peeks through, weak,
It was never so bleak.
A fish swims along fast,
While he's buried in his past.
The bait would seal its fate,
Why did you have to be my bait?
Rings of water spread around,
As he sinks a small mound.
The disturbance scares the fish away
It lives to fight another day.
He picks up another stone
It was flat, it shone
He threw it in sorrow, In despair,
It bounced off the water, into the air.
It bounced thrice, did a pirouette,
Before getting completely wet.
It all came rushing to him,
His first bounce; he had given in.
He gets up, brigther, the sun shone,
He smiles at the fish and the skipping stone,
They had told him what he should do,
While education did not have a clue.
The breeze blew stronger again,
The sun shone brighter again.
So whenever hope seems long gone,
Remember the fish, and the stone......
4 comments :
This poem tops the list of your meaningful endeavours :)
I loved this poem and Rain, among your many other poems...Sooper...A pat on ur back :P
sorry, i didnt understand the message behind the poem. seriously. pls explain...(ya, i am dumb!)
@nithya..
somehow i like had a bad day better....and also the one which i did not post..remember??? :D
Meaningful poem bleh!
priya,
No big a message and stuff. Jus a guy who has lost all hope. Sits in the beach front in despair. Throws stones. Sees a fish swimming towards another guys bait. Accidentally one stone hits somewhere near..it scares it away. another stone bounces (skipping stone)...refuses to go down easily...He realises that if nobody is there to help him, give him a shoulder(like the fish had from him) then he must lift himself up like the stone....
Same soap different package avlo thaan....U might have come across this message a lot of times but I saw that picture online and I started writing this...
Ya I'm dumb laam over!
oh oh! :-) got it!!!
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