THE IRONY

There are times

When you have fought 

—-and lost

You believe in this game

You believe strongly

That this was not meant to be

That the Sun does always hurt……

 

Then arrives a cloudy morn

When your eyes trace

The flight of every bird

There is so much grace 

In all you see

And  oh! so intriguingly

The Sun peeps out

As if asking

If he could as much as look at you

With promises to give you warmth;

To be at your beck and call……..

 

There are times

when we have fought

And lost

And there are times like this 

When we have lost all

And have known the irony of it all………

 

That its only when you lose;

You find hope to survive

That its only when you are dumped upon a haystack;

The sun begins to shine

That only when the forest is dense

A beautiful patch; a clearing

Welcomes you……

And its oh! so divine

 

What lies beyond that horizon 

Is not for us to see;

Yet for miles at a stretch

We have millions of worlds to fetch…..

Interstices to fill….

 

Why is it then…….

we have to fail?

 

It suffices though, to say

That we have fought

Ceaselessly;

And just when we think it was not meant to be…..

We see the leaves smiling on every single tree……