Priceless is the truest of bonds

That ushers through all taunts,

Distant from an eye's snare

Bonded by heart's layers,

Minutes to spare was perceived as a waste

As eyes to wait were in haste.

 

Solace hidden in the seeds were discovered

Never was its priceless estimate rediscovered,

Pitched in never, a hand to support it nourish

To succor mother earth flourish,

Blooming of flowers was scheduled

But watching them was rescheduled.

 

Splendid was the monsoon nights

When decked up was the town with magic lights,

Stupendous news to deliver, clouds had

Forbearance to hear the whispers, no ears have,

Low murmurs rumble like thunder

With not a soul to enjoy the wonder.

 

Ages ago, my brush took flawless rounds

To complete the towering mounts,

But with flying times

And changing minds,

Like the caged parrot at night

Did I hide my talent from sight.

 

Until the day I woke

When the realm was at stake,

Armored in defense of the unsung song

Of deaths and hassle for long,

With fear in each eye

With panic in each sigh.

 

Baby steps kept with caution

And grains supplied in portions,

To help us from being clogged

When the world was locked,

With the nation stumbling from evergreen progress

To complete regress.

 

These days did I ponder

That absence makes the heart grow fonder,

To delve the happiness in a glance

And sway as in a trance,

To fondle the rain patting on the face

Dashing down the cheeks as in a race,

With colours rebounding to my achromic life,

And painting my plodding soul.

 

At this juncture of world's fall

Did I realize life's call,

To either chase the horizons unseen

Or embrace the relations known,

Little happiness did I ultimately choose

Than barge behind the mirage unknown.