I see my end now, as clear as day.
Oh, how I long to see the pristine abyss,
to touch the soft ray of the sun,
to hear the cheerful chirpings of colourful birds
who roam around the meadows.
Yet, there are no birds,
no rays and no pristine abyss
in this grey gloomy day of Delhi.
I embarked upon my journey
as a young seed
in my mother’s warm hands.
I asked her how was the outside world?
Mother described it –
the graceful flights of herons,
the softness of raindrops,
and how heavenly stars, luminous moon
and celestial planets looked alike.
I felt as if I was
a part
of the living world
When it was my time to
see the world,
I was caught in a whirlpool of sadness.
Didn’t know leaving mother will be so hard.
I took the early winds of morning,
and the goodbyes of my loved ones.
The world was enormous
and vast.
I could see the highest of mountains,
I could see the deepest of oceans,
everything felt wild and free.
‘Till I reached the grey skies of Delhi.
The wild wind dropped
me in a park.
There I saw the most vicious creatures on Earth,
Humans.
They can shake the ground, their screeches can pierce the wind,
they can hurt Mother nature without remorse.
I settled in the far corner of a park.
For a few years, I went unnoticed,
using my camouflage and my minute size.
My cover-up caved in,
as I got plucked mercilessly
for a few seconds of joy.
I am glad in a way,
for I will leave
this earthly abode
and
enter a place of everlasting peace.