Its another once upon a time story. Have patience and keep up the good work, it will get you through the distasteful stretches in life.
A pot, sand and a green plastic stem,
Brought home from somewhere, left in mayhem-
Brought home from somewhere, left in mayhem-
Source unknown, mysterious perhaps,
Sat on a window sill, by double pane glass.
Come summer, come winter, it didn't feel a thing,
For no roots, no leaves, untouched by spring.
Once it lived in a world of class,
Now stares at it through panes of glass...
Oh !! What do we know,
Wood, plastic, hope, despair, home and spade-
Everything in life is so man made !!
Hours and hours, he would sit and glaze.
Down and beaten, until these days-
When beside his reflection, he found as he pried,
Signs of life on the other side !!
A green so green, he felt a bit green,
Not mean, not lean, just neat and clean.
Two worlds on rubbles, no love for bubbles,
No strain on the strings and hence no troubles!!
The more they shared, the more they cared,
Feelings layered and a story flared...
Sands in the pot felt a strong clench,
As the fresh sprout roots of plastic entrench.
Nights grew late, with tales so great-
They'd both relate and cross correlate,
Of sands and scalpels, of songs and lore,
Of losses, of judgement, of candy and more...
With words they played - all day till late,
In joy of meeting this true soulmate.
So far, so good, we've done the happy part.
I'm forced to finish with a weeping heart.
Creators destroy and the destroyers create,
When it's hard for them to make worlds conflate !!
Thus love subsides to the wills of the wise,
But what is life, without risk and sacrifice ??
Behold !!
The brave soul arose, from the plastic instead !!
Transcends the double glass, clearing the shed,
Meets his Tulsi, fulfills their dreams,
"A heroic legend", the garden screams !!
Tears of joy makes way for laughter,
Fairy tales end in happily thereafter...
Wood, plastic, care, passion, love and suede-
EVERYTHING in life is not man-made !!
