Hope and Faith

i wonder smtime… when i see things arnd me… that where are we heading… little mind of mine cannot understand how the so called progress has come to us…. wherever i see… i find autumns… eternal… once and for all….

Look into the eyes of the child selling tea at the local chai shop…

See the family of a farmer…. wonder at the 50 paisa coin that a 5-6 yr old kid carrying in his palm

everlasting poverty with shaken faith….blv me the realities of the life are tougher than what they appeared to me 3-4 months back…. i would have never thought of early arrival of autumns in the otherwise tender teens, though bitter it is… yes thats the truth…. have we ever wondered how a village boy finishes his college…. as to how far universities are from his home… whether he wants to study further or not… oh! poor soul like me, lost in the labryinths of the multistoreyed(s), how wud I ever wonder wat happened deep down woods….. in all those dangling/diminishing life… yes there is alwayz a hope… a faith which alwayz says…. “God is there, He will listen to our prayers sooner or later”

Deep down woods, walking sideways,

Oh! contemplation has occurred to me,

natural it was, mirrored progressive days.

Downpours, with the windy graze,

that wooden bench, this Chai-Stop,

A kid with hot glass, my tryst with teary haze,

skimpy clads, shivers, that busy tray,

“Chai, sahab” is all it says

Oh! the soul wondered, where we are,

progressive progression, a meticulous chase,

a soul in distress is all we see, with a wavering faith,

“Hope” exists with a claustrophobic trace

~ by clayovertan on December 24, 2008.