Things Will Fall Into Place Poem by Amrit Rathi

In the morning, I went to the garden,
but the presentation was on my mind,
and how I would face my boss.
A flower tickled me and asked,
“Are you not here? You are there! Where?
“In my office”, I replied.
“When you walk, just walk;
when you’re here, be here.
Life's brief, still I spread joy everywhere.”

On the way I saw the old dog, Tommy,
looking in my eyes, wagging his tail with love.
I wondered and inquired,
“How do you remain upbeat all day long
with everyone you meet? ”
“My secret! ” the dog said, “One at a time I greet
with full attention and incessant zeal without wait.
People love me, I love them, and it’s great! ”

I took the nine-twenty train and grimly sat
when the train whispered in my ear,
“Why do you look down? Any problem I can help? ”
and I explained it all.
With a gust of wind it said,
“Simple! Just play an imagination game.
Captain Aim! Please come,
let the teams of ideas play; you video shoot the game;
make the presentation from the stills of video, chum! ”

I reached the office,
opened my laptop all in a hurry
with a smile it greeted me:
“Good morning, any order for me? ”
“Oh! Call the PowerPoint—
today we’ve a lot to do, friends! ”
The PowerPoint pulled out from the bag of my mind
the images of slides, all brilliantly arranged.
“Make a printout, please printer! I’m tense.”

With a leap in my step,
I rushed to my boss’s cabin,
frisking with the laptop in hand
with the presentation I’d made.
“Wow! ” He jumped three feet in his chair,
“You’ve done a great job! I’m glad,
but how could you get these damn ideas? ”
with a strange look, he stared.

“You would be surprised!
This morning I met the flower, the dog,
the train, and tuned in to what they all said.”
“What do you mean? ” he looked puzzled.
“They’re my friends, teachers,
also the source of ideas for this accolade!
When you work, just work,
one at a time, with imagination
the things will fall into place, ' they said.

I came back home quite late from the office,
took dinner, and was lazing, looking at the ceiling.
Ceiling! Where's it gone? It was there!
I see the sky of my mind
with stars of ideas twinkling bright.
What a wonderful day of creativity and joy I had!
I think, now I must go to bed.

In your sweet caresses,
Oh night! I would die for the day,
until the morning and resurrection
when afresh I’d come alive and kicking,
“Another presentation you’ve got to make! ”
agitated the mind.
“Remember, ” I nonchalantly said,
“When you sleep, just sleep,
the things will fall into place.”

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