An Idle Hour

A waterless cloud! A rudderless boat! A wasted hour! A sapless fruit! This may be the way How I feel in this fleeting moment! This may be the way The old age is often looked upon! But this isn't the complete truth! There is an other side to it! A waterless cloud still adds Beauty to blue sky! In its gentle floating Restless hearts seek peace. A rudderless boat has Shouldered many a journeys! A sapless fruit has satisfied Thirst of somebody! Even in its perishing It adds nutrients to soil! This old wrinkled body Holds many truths and Wisdom of years! My heart laughs, cries, Feels aches and pains, And carries an endless Ocean of love. To get enchanted with melody of love Sung by morning birds, Is the privilege my old age holds. As evening arrives the beatitude of Crimson sky fills the heart with serenity. Surely the most wondrous of all is to be An ongoing habitat of an undying spirit, An active partner in the Play of Life! A living testament of the Greatest beauty and miracle Of all, called Life! And this is how I brought My idle hour of musing to fruition! Savita Tyagi 2.1.2025