Silent Diligence

I lost hope; I broke down;

Who was there to save me then?

I looked awkward in that gown;

Yours was a wolves’ dire den.

So many years rolled away;

Still, your scary scorn

Blurs my world even today;

I need a new morn.

“Be it for a penny or be it for a dime,

You can never, never stand

On your own feet, regardless of time;

You’re born to digest reprimand.”

I was bullied; I was stung;

They tried to turn me to stone;

I kept on; I had clung

To the truth in polite tone.

Finally, the results got declared;

They came to know my work in silence;

A few got scared, the others just flared;

I was awarded for my diligence.

By the Casement

Seated at the corner,

I try to feel the breeze;

I forget to garner

All, with those humming bees.

Their soothing sound

Enchants my every nerve;

So sweet, so profound,

They teach me of life’s each curve.

The gliding brook never,

Never does it pause;

Instead, I move wherever,

She points out my flaws.

The flowers keep dancing

In such divine delight;

Nature keeps enhancing

Her mildness as well as her might.

Nature plays, does play wonder;

Though human, we need to learn;

We judge all, yet we plunder;

Joy and sorrow—we, hence, earn.