AS INNOCUOUS AS the wail of a newly born infant; sleeping blissfully in his airtight cradle,
As evanescent as the sun setting behind the mountains; giving way to
the descending of night,
As nimble as the fleet footed squirrel; traversing night and day
through hollow spaces of the tree,
As tender as a woman draped in pure silk; her embellished eyelids
lowered a trifle in meek submission,
As redolent as the tendrils of the blossoming rose; shimmering in
magnificent color under orange rays of the sun,
As impeccable as the spires of the temple; towering harmoniously
towards the sky,
Was my early childhood and past.
As speedy as the flying aircraft; cutting placid currents of breeze at electric velocity,
As boisterous as the kangaroo; taking two leaps at a time,
As rambunctious as the humming bee; buzzing discordant and loud at all times,
As tenacious as the milky white moon; profoundly illuminating the
ghastly darkness,
As passionate as thunder clouds colliding in the cosmos; and the
subsequent pelting down of torrential rain,
As pragmatic as commercial business; equating the intricate nuances of life,
Is my robustly rubicund youth and present.
As mystical as the unfathomable gorge; the echo reverberating loud and stringent across the valley,
As mysterious as the enigmas of the universe; infinite riddles of
creation left unexplored,
As inexplicable as the sporadic shedding of leaves in autumn; the
rendering of lush green landscapes into barren land,
As poignant as the hood of the serpent; its fangs snaring viciously in spell bound enchantment,
As uncanny as the underground volcano; with its dormant lava
unpredictably circulating all around,
And I now leave it entirely on my omniscient creator to chisel my
dreams; mold
my destiny; unveil my near future.
As evanescent as the sun setting behind the mountains; giving way to
the descending of night,
As nimble as the fleet footed squirrel; traversing night and day
through hollow spaces of the tree,
As tender as a woman draped in pure silk; her embellished eyelids
lowered a trifle in meek submission,
As redolent as the tendrils of the blossoming rose; shimmering in
magnificent color under orange rays of the sun,
As impeccable as the spires of the temple; towering harmoniously
towards the sky,
Was my early childhood and past.
As speedy as the flying aircraft; cutting placid currents of breeze at electric velocity,
As boisterous as the kangaroo; taking two leaps at a time,
As rambunctious as the humming bee; buzzing discordant and loud at all times,
As tenacious as the milky white moon; profoundly illuminating the
ghastly darkness,
As passionate as thunder clouds colliding in the cosmos; and the
subsequent pelting down of torrential rain,
As pragmatic as commercial business; equating the intricate nuances of life,
Is my robustly rubicund youth and present.
As mystical as the unfathomable gorge; the echo reverberating loud and stringent across the valley,
As mysterious as the enigmas of the universe; infinite riddles of
creation left unexplored,
As inexplicable as the sporadic shedding of leaves in autumn; the
rendering of lush green landscapes into barren land,
As poignant as the hood of the serpent; its fangs snaring viciously in spell bound enchantment,
As uncanny as the underground volcano; with its dormant lava
unpredictably circulating all around,
And I now leave it entirely on my omniscient creator to chisel my
dreams; mold
my destiny; unveil my near future.
