Yesterday, I heard of a man who lost one of his arms.
His pain was such that the world didn’t have enough balms.
He was frantic. He cried and he lost hope. He almost died.
His future looked to him like an unending, ominous ride…
He wrote to doctors, he spoke to friends,
He said he’d try anything, he’d make any amends.
But all in vain…no respite…only pain!
And then…a miracle happened!
He decided not to give in, to fight.
He decided to set things right.
In his determination, he found the healing touch and a healing hand,
His strength emerged out of his own disability. He learnt to take a firm stand.
When everything looked bleak and meaningless, he held on to the light of faith –
A belief in the power that isn’t forever bleak. Sometimes, its effect is just a bit late.
The same power that takes away does give back,
In this power, there is no dearth, there is no lack.
Today, I was a man who lost one of his poems – a creation.
My pain was such that is beyond imagination.
I was frantic. I searched and I lost hope. I was helpless.
I felt like a parent who had lost a child. I was in stress…
I wrote to a friend, “I had scribbled it on the back of a black notebook. Find it, and if you do,
tear away the tender pages and please send them through.”
He replied, “I am sorry, I could not find your baby.”…all in vain...no respite…only pain!
And then…a miracle happened!
I decided not to give in, to fight.
I began writing again; after all, the abstract and proposition were still vaguely in sight.
In my new literary flight, I re-inseminated the womb of creative verse,
My child was delivered again…the reassurance of friendship and hope acted like the nurse.
Parturition in the words, “Inform me soon of the joy of your finding it among your valuable bag of many a possession.”
It took some time, but voila! There it was indeed. Say, this friend of mine must be a soothsayer by profession!
I gave in to short-term loss today. I forgot what the vision of hope and friendship does:
We friends are stars…there’s a forever about us.
His pain was such that the world didn’t have enough balms.
He was frantic. He cried and he lost hope. He almost died.
His future looked to him like an unending, ominous ride…
He wrote to doctors, he spoke to friends,
He said he’d try anything, he’d make any amends.
But all in vain…no respite…only pain!
And then…a miracle happened!
He decided not to give in, to fight.
He decided to set things right.
In his determination, he found the healing touch and a healing hand,
His strength emerged out of his own disability. He learnt to take a firm stand.
When everything looked bleak and meaningless, he held on to the light of faith –
A belief in the power that isn’t forever bleak. Sometimes, its effect is just a bit late.
The same power that takes away does give back,
In this power, there is no dearth, there is no lack.
Today, I was a man who lost one of his poems – a creation.
My pain was such that is beyond imagination.
I was frantic. I searched and I lost hope. I was helpless.
I felt like a parent who had lost a child. I was in stress…
I wrote to a friend, “I had scribbled it on the back of a black notebook. Find it, and if you do,
tear away the tender pages and please send them through.”
He replied, “I am sorry, I could not find your baby.”…all in vain...no respite…only pain!
And then…a miracle happened!
I decided not to give in, to fight.
I began writing again; after all, the abstract and proposition were still vaguely in sight.
In my new literary flight, I re-inseminated the womb of creative verse,
My child was delivered again…the reassurance of friendship and hope acted like the nurse.
Parturition in the words, “Inform me soon of the joy of your finding it among your valuable bag of many a possession.”
It took some time, but voila! There it was indeed. Say, this friend of mine must be a soothsayer by profession!
I gave in to short-term loss today. I forgot what the vision of hope and friendship does:
We friends are stars…there’s a forever about us.
