Once a Man was lying near
Shore,
Soaked in timelessness
under tree;
The eyes gazed, faded
momentarily,
Another passed &
watched him lost,
This day alongside path he never walked;
Murmured - 'Oh! Sun is
bright, at center it's reached,
Why this who Look so
Bright lying bare feet?
May be procrastinating or untrained,
In comfort there shalt be
no rise or gain;
The Bright he looks might
not be, as seen,
Or might his inculcated
knowledge & wealth has lost sheen.'
The spoken words found way
to reach,
His ears which for prolong
heard only mighty tides;
Drifted in the unknown,
thrust & smashed,
That floated his flesh
near Shore side.
He looked at that stranger
& nodded to greet,
Watched his steps on
'mapped charted street';
Then looked behind across
stormy oceans & uncharted paths,
Rested before to commence,
with unseen truth kindled in his heart.
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2019