A lazy spring is about to end
But the weather plays fickle
And there is moistness in the air
Rainbows, far away
I lay on grass
Tenderness and nature
Are a cocktail to savor
Lost in the thoughts
About what transpired that day
Burden of being me
Collapsed on me
Yes, I broke down
Fears, tears
A cold day it was
Cold shoulders
Cold vibes
Rivalry spoiled revel
Friends became foes,
People I knew, were strangers all over again
My job which was my dream
became a bane
I confronted shame
failure was stark
life as I knew had changed
I ached for an escape
By the alley
Stood a vendor selling some juicy apples
I took a glossy red
He told me “Until it finishes..”
I took a bite
poof
Got teleported
This haven
An escape
A picturesque landscape
This grass, soft and welcoming
Did I die ?
Or am I now Truly Alive ?
….
The vendor’s last words
“Until it finishes”
I have time to be here
This fruit isn’t the forbidden one
It’s a cherished one
The celebrated one
It’s like my ‘dream’
He provided me an escape
A green bed to rest
Mercy surrounds me
I am now convinced in His plan
Ah ! It was a process to
toughen me
& awaken me
Phoenix, now I shall show you,
How to rise. . .
Husain Sodawala
Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur
husain.sodawalla@gmail.com
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'Campus Writing' 