A Hermit Quite Wise

 

Amidst thousands of valleys,

There rested a hermit quite wise,

She walked with her young feet,

On shallow pavements, shadowing her surmise.

 

Peace nuzzled her vein,

For her life wasn’t what has had lain,

It wasn’t about loss and gain,

Nor was it about the first fish caught by a crane!

 

Her mind wandered off to somewhere close by,

Trees and birds making her shy,

To elevate the eye,

And fondle her sky!

 

Amidst thousands of valleys,

There rested a hermit quite wise,

Strolling off and again to her tiny little shed,

Inside of which grinned three pigeons by her fed.

 

One of them resembled an eclipse,

For it draped glory by leather,

Carefully sewn by thousands of little stars,

Awaiting its first feather!

 

The second was quite bright,

The birth of a new era,

As if parades of thunderstorms rained down,

And there formed the lady Terra!

 

The third, to say,

Wasn’t at all to obey!

It rampaged around this shed,

For it’s the fissure between night and day!

 

Yet – all of them succumbed to their lady,

For, she dwelled above them all!

For, she had flown as the three of them before,

When her life was a living lore,

And an abrupt dawn had crashed into her mind,

That – why the cycle cycled to bind?

That – truth is a game of truth and lies,

For, a word is rather a projection of thought –

One that has nothing to do with life,

And that happiness sleeps amidst thousands of cries,

However, its slumber sails such steep,

That it won’t be woken by shrieks and tireless tries,

And it won’t change the fact,

That – Amidst thousands of valleys,

There rested a hermit quite wise.

 

-                                  -  Krisha Shastri