Life offers not just wonders
Beyond that lots more to ponder.
The enigmas like onion layers
Lay on one upon another.
We stumble across many mysteries
And, all become part of our story.
The glorious morning smile of the roses and tulips
The welcoming sun that rises from behind the hills
The shy trees that dance gaily
And the wind that plays hide and seek
Expanding arms of the hills,
A woman with her child on a bicycle
Cycling cheerfully dreaming of delicious food
To the market she heads with a rattan basket in her hand,
Children scurries here and there with kites flying high
Signs the signature of delightful childhood moments,
Broken car halts in the middle of the road
Passersby energized the push forward
The driver sweats profusely
Though in driver’s seat he is comfortably seated,
Young girls and old women hand in hand
Walk with wild stories on their lips
Before the destination reached culmination
Of whatever intentions they have,
Young boys’ adrenalin races high
At the sight of the beautiful girls
And each side grin to the best
Their mouth can no more stretch.
In a corner sits the old beggar
With tattered shirt and baggy pants
A piece of old towel spread across
Silently prays for good return of the day.
The dogs wagging at the scenes
Expecting someone to be kind
And the birds chirp to the best
In celebration of a fine day,
So much to be told
Yet so much I have to hold
Because the story is in the journey
And not the destination
And my book can contain no more
Like a river the story shall swell
And, the journey through the story
Take me towards my destination
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