The elixir of water is life. Life swims, lands and takes off from it. The strength of the wind is life. Life soars, floats and flies off with it. The sacred fire is life. Life dries, burns and takes birth from the ashes. The rays of the Sun is life. Life sprouts, energizes and warms with it. The song of rain is life. Life gets its sails wet and drinks every moment of it. Nature as always rations the elements to each of us laced with love. Be it water, wind, fire, the sun or the rain, all play their parts to perfection in the nature of life.
The Lion came out of the dried woods
it was a hot day and he needed a drink
by the gallons he thought, as he neared
the water hole, that seemed getting dry.
He was not wary of his majestic cousins
nor a group of buffaloes buried in the dirt
He bowed to them, before he dipped his neck
to lap up a bit of the precious life giving liquid.
The zebra blinked at him having his full fill
the shallow side at a distance, a herd of deer
trying to wet their throats in rationed gulps
nobody had fear of anybody at the waterhole.
The summer thirst was at its peak defying everything
the only wish everybody had was to drink some water
everything else, friend or foe, didn’t matter to them
as noble souls realized, they knew, the end was near…
A professor when he was on the verge of retirement dream’t of coaching eager students in his now retired life, so he thought, as he drove back from college on one of his last days.
He called up one of his old students who now worked in the press to put up a classified in the morning newspaper that would advertise his skills in accountancy, a tutor anybody would love and dream’t to have.
A few days back, 3 girls, all pals, came to his house for coaching as exams were just a few months away but they saw a padlock greeting them on his door. They went away sadly as they could not meet the tutor who dream’t of teaching even in his retired life.
After a week they came again to inquire and this time they found him waiting and ready to teach. Not wasting much time, he taught the nuances about all he knew about the subject in those few months.
The girls loved him for his knowledge and more than that, the way he imparted it to them, making it look so easy. If only, they thought, all of the professors they met were like him.
On the day of the results, our girls were mighty thrilled and why wouldn’t they as the results outdid their expectations and they hurried to their old mentor to convey the great news but sadly the padlock greeted them this time too and they lingered on for him to arrive, for quite some time.
But arrive, he never did that day, and as it was late, the trio went back sadly each to their own homes. The next dawn they went back again to see the house still locked as they found it the earlier day. This time they inquired about his whereabouts with his not so near neighbors, only to know that he had passed a few months away…
Some good souls linger on to complete an unfulfilled wish…
The flowery charm you being the flower of the bees
to sit or hover around is a playful activity for them
The magnified petals that you are so bestowed with
make a perfect landing and resting place for them
A treat for all, from far or near, they come to pollinate
Magnolia it could only be you, their final destination…
Note: A friend of mine asked me if this photograph of the magnolia taken by her was worth writing a poem about. I took up the challenge and am not sure if the poem met the challenge of the beautiful picture…