Have you ever seen,
That Rusted bench in that park
Down that road, at the bend
Hidden behind the green shade
Ready to crumble,
Must be a witness to evenings
Night and shade
Being witness to
Conversation and silences
Together and in solitude
Like we all carry along
Stories untold
Why do I notice it now
When it is breathing it's almost last
In an odd way
A metaphor
For real and animate
We mutate, molt, shed off
Into a crumbling trash
Do we end? Do we begin?
Turn the leaf to a shiny green
Or remain a metaphor like the 'the last leaf'.
- 15 Nov 2022, Sanjay Van, New Delhi
1 comment:
We never end. Transform and move on is the only choice. And law of nature.
This Journey never ends. Never. Even beyond life.
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