"You can never go home again"
Thus spake a wise man
Years ago, of how Time
Has that fascinating property
Of lending distance, excising
Incisively, through experience, any
Tremulous familiarity with a past.
Nestlings fly away,
Rarely ever, to return to their
Nest of birth;
Though Salmon brave
The currents to reach the
Old spawning waters;
Nothing less that a cruel
Destiny awaits!
And while that invisible
Umbilical cord strains
With time, and its ally, distance,
One forgets that the
Process of Birth
Is a one way street-
A that cord can
Never be retracted!
Thus, as Time oxidizes
Rusts the sheen, and finally
Shows the doorway:
The game, it moves up, another level.
Usha Pisharody
5 July, 2008
Home is where the heart is.
ReplyDeleteI read this poem and I hope no one has his/her heart stuck up in the past.
I like the thought this poem puts forth. It's too good to be false. :)
Vinisha, thank you so much :)
ReplyDeletenice one usha...as always!
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