While the knell waited..
by Priyaa Trippayar Sahasranaman
If life is tranquil, joy at peak,
Nemesis would lurk, to make it bleak;
Such was my ship, sailing calm at sea;
It hit a berg; they found a tumor in me;
Hope just withered, my ship had wrecked,
the rudder was broken, sorrow bedecked.
As death drew closer, it dawned on me,
milestones to reach; can’t blasphemy;
Compelled to run with broken limbs,
with kin in tears, a painful glimpse.
After a mile, my pain abates,
stronger I feel, only good awaits;
My time alone, from the rest a difference;
Like never ago, I pay it deference.
When all is done; I can afford to rest;
I only realize, it was God’s test,
stimuli to make weak men stronger,
it weren’t the same had life been longer.
Thus this epistle to each heart,
saying hurdle no bigger than fresh start;
It’s not in those lines, not in that star,
it’s in your hands, what you are.