NATURE CALLING

 

To get rid of monotony in my life,

I spent my hours in the nature’s berth.

A precious gift which all have got,

But, rarely does one realize it’s worth.

 

On that grey rock, by the side of the stream,

I used to spend the early hours of the day.

As I wondered about its endless powers,

Which even crush rocks, to make its way.

 

Captivating the unending mystique glitter,

On the surface of the gushing stream in my eyes.

And listening to the stream’s familiar howl,

Whenever, above the rocks it had to rise.

 

In the shadow of that gigantic oak,

Over the soft, lush carpet of grass,

I slept at noon, as, for the blazing sun’s rays,

The kind giant made it difficult to pass.

 

As the sun approached the western horizon,

The orange sky was dotted with more than few tweets.

Flocking, uniformly to and fro, their wings,

Analogous to a soldier’s march on the drummer’s beats.

 

As the sun departed, darkness prevailed,

The vibrations faded, as the nature went to sleep.

The starlit sky seemed like a black wall,

With holes, through which light was trying to creep.

 

The silver lining of moonlight on the edge of distant hills,

Taught me the most valuable lesson of my life.

What separates the finite from the infinite,

                        Is a line as thin as the edge of a knife.

   

This is how a father narrates his childhood times, in the lap of nature to his beloved son. The last stanza needs a special reference, this was what I could conclude after narrating this poem to many of my friends. It refers to the silver lining, on the edge of mountains, in a moonlight night. Now, suppose we are sitting on the top of a hill. The distant mountain on the horizon is not visible due to darkness, and so is the sky above the mountain, which is black. In our view from the hilltop, what separates the two - the finite (mountain) and the infinite (sky), is just a thin line of moonlight.