Into the light we all go !
Notice - far away, a distant shrill
Cry of a child - a mother await.
A taken signal, a beggar child
Awaits a giver - generous and fly.
Wishful thinking - a child in catching stance:
'I shall be the hero, with this one in hand.'
'Dare you!' A kindergarten tot to another tries;
To climb a tree or be called - loser shy.
A returning father, his wage in hand
Hopes a day - better shades than gray and white.
A labor hand - tired on a strenuous day;
Dreams - 'When I would not have to work!'
A working mother, rushes home
Thinking wild: ‘All my chores, and a family's wails.’
Standing by - her children, counted three!
Each hand and arm full of trying screams & moans.
Two lovers pass - unfazed by life,
Their chemistry loud, resounding of objective lies.
A few friends’ standby - catching a smoke,
Telling tales - an expedition in the recent past.
Standing in ovation, to a politic try;
A keen crowd in loud hope - A better tomorrow!
A fight breaking - a shallow cause,
Another mob thrilled asks ‘What’s the issue?’
The last leaf - in a trailing breeze,
Lingers on - showing hope to a lost passer by.
A cricket's cries - unnervingly loud,
But its harmless size, an excuse to life.
A day passes by - each one in motion
Towards a destination or finding one;
Towards an answer or answering one;
In song, in love, in devotion or all.
NOTE: The poem is about life around us, silent but lived. The sounds are as loud as your intent and honesty to see and listen to them. Hope you like it :) What else do you see ?
Cry of a child - a mother await.
A taken signal, a beggar child
Awaits a giver - generous and fly.
Wishful thinking - a child in catching stance:
'I shall be the hero, with this one in hand.'
'Dare you!' A kindergarten tot to another tries;
To climb a tree or be called - loser shy.
A returning father, his wage in hand
Hopes a day - better shades than gray and white.
A labor hand - tired on a strenuous day;
Dreams - 'When I would not have to work!'
A working mother, rushes home
Thinking wild: ‘All my chores, and a family's wails.’
Standing by - her children, counted three!
Each hand and arm full of trying screams & moans.
Two lovers pass - unfazed by life,
Their chemistry loud, resounding of objective lies.
A few friends’ standby - catching a smoke,
Telling tales - an expedition in the recent past.
Standing in ovation, to a politic try;
A keen crowd in loud hope - A better tomorrow!
A fight breaking - a shallow cause,
Another mob thrilled asks ‘What’s the issue?’
The last leaf - in a trailing breeze,
Lingers on - showing hope to a lost passer by.
A cricket's cries - unnervingly loud,
But its harmless size, an excuse to life.
A day passes by - each one in motion
Towards a destination or finding one;
Towards an answer or answering one;
In song, in love, in devotion or all.
NOTE: The poem is about life around us, silent but lived. The sounds are as loud as your intent and honesty to see and listen to them. Hope you like it :) What else do you see ?
Comments
"A returning father, his wage in hand
Hopes a day - better shades than gray and white."
"A cricket's cries - unnervingly loud,
But its harmless size, an excuse to life."