Acceptance


This November as I peep out of my window, searching for the signs of Winter,
the city smiles at my imprudence...


It throws some rays of burning sun,
The salted wind and sandy cram
Introducing itself to me all over again,

Repeating its name, repeating its name

“I have given you the power to earn,
Strengthened your feet to stand, to run
I have given you the shelter, the haven,
The today and tomorrow of success and fun’


I have accepted you with open arm,
Have showered on you all my charm.
Yet you feel detached – disconnected,
It makes me sad, I feel offended.”


This November as I peep out of my window, searching for the signs of Winter,
the city puts me under several allegations.

“Accept me” it pleads, but I am lost in my own reflections.
“You are right’ I begin, “but even I am not wrong.
The impression of something on me is rather more strong.

I am longing for my town, my native destination
I miss its warmth, it love, its affection.
You have given me the power to earn
But it has taught me my first lesson.

You have helped me to stand on my feet
But I took my first step on its street.
You have given me shelter, the success, the fun
But it is the place where my life had begun.

The streets of my town do not carry this brightness
The turns and the lanes are made with utter slightness.
The pits on roads are huge enough to be noticed
The buildings, the shops, the houses are tarnished.


Summers are scorching, winters are chilled
Rain brings flood yet bridges remain milled.
Colleges turn into jungles, schools in playgrounds
Rumors fly like air and stories are made in mounds.


Yet I love its simplicity,
Its gentleness – its purity
I adore its flaws,
I like its vulnerability.”


This November as I peep out of my window, searching for the signs of Winter,
the city listens to me with utter attention.
“I respect your feelings,” it says “And realize your situation,
I have no more complains and I admire your devotion.

But friend as this November you peep out of your window
To search for the signs of winter,
I appeal you to accept
the bluntness of my weather.
I can not give you all - that you have left behind,
But will share a thought which just crossed my mind.

Celebrate all the years, you have lived in your land,
Let free all the moments you have confined in your hand.
Let the thoughts make you happy, the memories turn in smiles,
And you will feel close to your town crossing all the miles.”


This November as I peep out of my window, searching for the signs of Winter,
I thank the city for showing me a way
It smiles at me and playfully says,
“Now tell me, isn’t it a beautiful day?”

Comments

Toshi Mishra said…
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Toshi Mishra said…
Really one of the best. The small details you've mentioned while comparing makes it awesome..
Nishi said…
Beautifully written.....
awe-inspiring!

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