Treasure Island

shveta sahal


Pearls and Pebbles


It lay on the river bed, pacifying waters stirring the strings of its soul,
Opened its eyes and glanced at the sunlit sky, the colorful birds taking their flight,
The flowers all blooming at their zenith, the butterflies singing the song of life to them…..
The little pebble was happy to be, the swans all around,
The gushing waters resonating the joys of the world, the sweet smell of the lilies captivated the air
The children ran on the river bed, reminding the world of the blessings of God……
It was spring and everything was enthralling n bewitching……

But life had to run its course, the pebble was washed to the temple city,
Ah! The glimpse of the Gods brought such peace, the owners of God ashamed life,
Pebbles were many more, But pearls there were too…
It little noticed the pearls, they were not to be glanced,
The stay was brief, and the ocean waited,
The pebble was drifted to the Ocean, a place where it did not conform….
It was spring and everything was enthralling n bewitching……

The Ocean had many pearls more, white, black, coloured,
It was a mere nothing for them, so it thought,
But the pearls welcomed with friendly smiles….
It lay scared and worried, why was it there among the pearls?
A mere pebble, a mere miniscule, they almighty, they all sturdy,
It had chiselled and polished with time, but pearls, no it was a misfit…..
It was certainly not spring and nothing was enthralling n bewitching……

Lose its identity into a speck of sand as the pearls wanted,
Or tussle and struggle for its honour, pride and self respect,
The childhood lessons to be followed or flouted in the name of practical wisdom….
It was certainly not spring and nothing was enthralling n bewitching……

Choice had to be made, but alternatives were scarce,
Be like any other pebble or strive to become a Diamond?
The lost generations beckoned for the battle, the heart encouraged to take the stride….
It wished it was spring and something was enthralling n bewitching……

The battlefield is all set, the chariot ready,
The arms all sharpened and the strategies devised,
It cannot lose the battle, no not this one…….
It is spring once again and everything is enthralling n bewitching…

Submitted: Sunday, January 06, 2013

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