Happy February To All My Friends
From the comforts of my mother’s womb
One day I was thrust out to strange hands
The bright light piercing through my eyes
The little rebel in me squirmed
And let out a long piercing wail,
My repartee to the cooing sounds above me;
Once the act was done, the curtain raiser,
That little milestone achieved,
I lay all bundled up
Ruminating about the next one.
Ha, the many roles I would perform
On this stage to keep the show running!
Many colors appear and fade in the backdrop
Sunshine and rainfall follow in succession
Just as I waltz in laughter and tears;
Players change along with seasons
A sudden turn, an unexpected swerve
Events and roles get swapped abruptly.
Behind the scenes sometimes
The actor in me tumults into utter chaos.
But the show must go on
And I should finish my part with élan.
Yet, do I get a chance to bid farewell
Just before the curtain drops and my role is done?
Sunday Scribblings: Milestone.
Carry on Tuesday :‘Life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth.’
Monday Poetry Train Revisited