Musings

I was walking along a forest trail
Came across this house so frail,
Its stones were rough and had no shine,
A reminder of the passing time.

One day we shall all pass away,
As none on time hold any sway,
But this picture shall be sketched on our mind,
That it only marches on, such is time,
You can leave a legacy for those left behind
Just like the forest trail for one to find...




The rays of light through the leaves may stream,
Bring its colors on a slender beam,
Dust to dust though it may seem,
I am still alive the bricks shall scream,
I may have lost my sheen,
But still house a heart within

Many a traveller from here have passed,
You are the one to whom it wasn't lost,
To rest on my ledge and think it through
What in makers mind did it brew,
Brick by Brick this house he made,
With tender hands and a weary spade,
Building by a stream so small,
A lovely house that still stands tall,
Though the picture now is far from best,
But it is still a fine place to find some rest.

By Dr Saumitra Bharadwaj (21-06-2019)
(He was recently visiting Jakhadhar..)