Sunday, May 14, 2006

The Story of Life

This was my third poem. I had written this poem after loosing in the finals of Antakshri Competition at SRKNEC in my First Year BE. I was very angry with myself. But I don’t remember what happened to me, I got motivated and wrote this poem. Previously that day I was giving excuse for loosing in that event. But then I read a quotation which was as follows: ‘Every success has a story and every failure has an excuse. Make a story of yourself.’

Then I got this concept in my mind and I wrote this poem. I wanted to be like this flower.



The story of life


Once somewhere in the deep woods,
some buds grew in a not so beautiful lake.
Most of them grew with a dream in their eyes,
which was about the destiny they had to make.


After a few days, when the dreams became faint
and reality became clear our story starts,
These buds give up one by one
and from their fellow friends they part.


We are ugly & the flowers in the near by shrub
are beautiful, some of them thought.
Some thought the amenities given to them
were not adequate & hence blamed the God.


Some gave up because they didn’t realize their potential,
didn’t realize they could grow.
For some the surrounding conditions were severe
t’was the reason enough for their lives to throw


But one amongst them was different from others
had faith in his eyes, was determined and willing.
Maybe he believed ‘happiness is not a state to arrive at,
but a manner of traveling!’


He was the only one to grow into a flower
and every morning the breeze gave him a kiss
And everyone who passed by the lake used to say
“How beautiful ‘lotus’ that is!”

Monk