The nature lesson

She walks alone in familiar golden yellow
Hopelessness and fatigue around, above and below
“I took a bit , I’ll shake it off” , once
She told the world that laughed her off.

Huge, was the wall of hands and noise
All around her to bring down her voice.
So you are something you say, echoed the wall
You want us to hear what you say?

What are you? A mass of curves
But you are not thirty six twenty four thirty six
What are you? An object of desire
But you don’t have the skin so white and fair

She felt drowned in the multitude, she ran
To mend her broken spirit, to solitude
Tired she was. Tired of trying to prove
That she had a soul and it had a voice.

What was she? Not a person,
Neither a personality. Just an object
And a lofty one at that too, forgotten
Like the fallen leaves whose place is no longer known.


But then whispers the wind :
Look the world through the eyes of autumn
You won’t see the fallen leaves
Saying the same story in melancholy

O! Those great poets, indeed great
But saw through the wrong lens of fall
Saw only the fallen leaves and dropping trees
Anticipating the cold and then stopped breathing.

But there’s still life in there to those who seek
And a voice inside that wishes to be heard
It will come out – give it some time
Take a lesson or two from the phoenix bird.

She shook her head, “ No I took a bit
I can’t shake it off, I fell.
The wind breathed again or was it her spirit?
“But you can’t rise if you don’t fall”.