Neither are they savages armed with stones Nor do we share apple trees and pine cones. Mr.Frost it's not a wall now, it's a gate. Many of them, all around, that make me irate. Until today I thought everything was fine. Now I can only daresay and strongly opine That somebody from your neighbor's line Is the reason for these boundaries asinine. We don't fill their corridors with voices. Our strides are too slow to make any noises. We drank from there, I hope, not elixir Why should water ever cause such a stir ? I don't see our trails of grime on the floor. No walls we smirch, we eavesdrop on no door. I cannot vouch we are birds of a feather But we fought no big battles with each other. What need has arisen to mark territories ? What is the real cause of their worries ? Fences are never good and gates are bad. They only grow more hatred than we've had.
Note: A rehash of 'Mending Wall'. They've put multiple gates around my lab and blocked entries to many corridors. I don't know why. The only thing we do is walk through them or fill our water bottles sometimes.
I was a painter trying to flee from my plight. My life was a lonely canvas in pristine white. And then she walked into it with her hues Straddling it fully with the most vivid views. Motley trees with leaves, both ocher and green, Skies strewn with clouds - afloat and serene, Nimble fawns gaily hopping from tree to tree, As if she had already contrived to beguile me. Amidst them all with the gossamer veil lifted She stood there all by herself - a lady gifted. I stood in awe at this ethereal beauty - to hail Whom even the best bards' verses would fail. In front of this angel from heavens, I bob For she descended there to emblazon my daub.
Note: Thank you for the inspiration. Also thanks Radio Mirchi 98.3 FM for the reminder.
With our heads held high and hands held together Not failing to walk along, whatever be the weather, Sharing every joy and every sorrow with each other, Truly we were united like birds of a feather. Months down the line we will definitely recall How we were in tandem - all in one, one in all. However tall may be the painful separating wall Live with the remnants of our memories we shall. Even as the time to bid farewell draws nigh The hands are together and the heads still high. It's time for each of us to speak our hearts' voice. It's the time of the year to laugh, play and rejoice.
Note: 'Parting is such a sweet sorrow, That I shall say goodnight till it be morrow'. This poem was written on the occasion of farewell party for my seniors.
