SIMPLY SHOBANA

If

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The timekeeper kept staring at the clouds,
His glass of water crystal clear,
His thirst not near quenched,
His faltered heart a little fearful,
To face the void of an empty vessel.

He sips, and leaves about a glass half filled,
or would you rather think it half empty?

If all the world drank to quench insatiable thirst,
Would they be as fulfilled as a mocking bird,
Mimicking the ways of other birds,
Having its say, in another’s habit.

If men and women rhymed with the times of present,
Ignoring the past, its lessons undone,
Would they be more the wiser, than all the foxes that hound,
The deepest forest, looking for a naive capture.

If hatefulness resides in hearts of men,
Would love ever find a way to unwind their wickedness,
No, not of this hour, or the next for sure,
For love is salvation, while hate is destruction.

If there was a calm before a storm,
Wouldn’t you think it wise, to be of sound mind,
To be unafraid, to be ready for the onslaught,
Wouldn’t you find a way to avoid all harm?

If you and I, were of beginning of time,
Maybe you the Adam, and I, the Eve,
Would you change the way creation was formed?
Would you let the serpent destroy your calm?

-shobana-
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Far Too Late I Realized That Another day And Another Time Was Yesterday…

Once when there was life in me,

I took it for granted,

I waited far too long, thinking I had time,

Maybe to say “I Love You” or just to be around,

To light up someone’s life and maybe even mine.

I put off the day, and then realized far too soon it was night,

Time had passed through my procrastination,

Precious time that I couldn’t ever have again,

Or grasp and hold, and maybe even sing and dance.

Once, said like it was in the past,

Only, it was yesterday that I had missed out on,

Never to hold or grasp in my hand,

Never to sing or dance again.

Time flew past like it always did,

It never checked with the clock before it ticked another minute,

Far too soon, it was time to die,

And far too late, I realized that I needed more time,

To live, maybe to do the things I never did for lack of time,

Or just to sing and dance, to say “I Love You,”

For another chance to see the other side of the world,

That was not within my reach,

The one I wasted time, ignored, and left out of my plans,

Thinking,

I could do it another day, another time,

Far too late, I realized that another day and another time was yesterday!

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At first glance, it seemed easy, I, the traveler on a weary road to perhaps fame, I tamed my mind to think in ways one would want to impress, But like a toddler taking baby steps, I fall, struggling to get back on my feet.


The route I took seemed all too ready to steady that feet, Through stumbling tears, I made my smiles just as effortless, I cried first, then I laughed, Isn’t laughter sometimes created from tears?


The road was long, the road was windy, The road took me to eternity, I wondered at some point if I would reach eternity, yes, eternity, But stop I did not, I traveled through time, I traveled through eternity.


There were days when I thought “not a second to waste,” Until one day I realized that it took time to reach eternity, It was the long road I had chosen, Through much travail, none of which man can know or hear of.


I trudged with time on the long road to eternity once, Right now, I face, I stare ahead, I have not seen the end, No, there is no end, I have only been on the trail to the “beginning.”

The End.

This poem was published on the Poetry Festival website on 25/02/2020https://festivalforpoetry.com/2020/02/24/read-poem-the-long-road-by-shobana-gomes

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