Wanting What Is Not -Ii

If seasons tell me in one voice: Rejoice in Nature's passing mood, Choice or not, life's lent to rejoice, But failing to see truth we brood. Spring comes on wings of fragrant breeze To gladden every living heart, O straighten forehead's frozen crease, Give life a push for a new start. Summer fetches boons dresst as banes, Nature packs gains disguised as pains, The earth marvels spreading splendour, Monsoon comes when draped with grandeur. Autumn says—all things one day fall, Fall— get up, gather up, grow tall, Call it taxing time, season's balm, Winter spreads its peculiar charm. And still fools of a faulty school, We always want that which is not, Wanting it warm when weather's cool, And greed neighbour's green-looking plot— And gardens give green proof with grin: Look, envy's dyed in tempting green! ______________________________________________________ The first stanza is inspired by a few verses from Saama Veda. Man, unhappy made by his mind, finds faults with the passing season rather than seeing the fair side. He seems more comfortable with the day gone by, even the morrow yet to come, than with the present moment which is fleeting by, melting before he knows. ______________________________________________________ Musings | 05.04.13 |