Sunday Poem By Rakesh Chandra

Sunday Poem By Rakesh Chandra

The Old Man and His Wisdom Pearls

Look at the deep furrows, my darling, On my forehead, etched by the Hands of Time, and think about the Future, as the present will be merged into Past, very soon; After a long and arduous journey of Life, I have seated myself into the Cosy lap of mother earth, surrounded by Nature, to inhale the fresh air and to Brood upon the meaning of life; My wizened face bears the testimony, That the life is a mix of good and bad; It hurts many a time and offers, Pleasantries at her own chosen moments; What you need to learn is to take Both of them in equal stride; I wish you to be a strong woman, Who will inspire the people around, And face the life as It comes to you; And in the meantime, you have To blossom into a flower, full of fragrance Bedecked with enchanting beauty and Charming innocence! So. tread on the course of life, my darling Gingerly, with an ever-smiling countenance.