Everyone please stay safe. I am hunkered down celebrating my birthday today, March 31st, with my family and friends via emails and text messages. It is a good day for me to celebrate my own accomplishments - in this world of ours- in these uncertain times of ours.
How did we know
That one day we would arise
Older than Time's allotment
Youth's allowance spent
For time was like a bubble,
Our protectors made it so
One evening, the clock struck midnight
And all told, it propelled her children to the New Age
Off to college and the studied days
Celebrating triumphant graduations
One by one the seven of us traversed intellectual plains
To go on to lead lives of ancestral dreams
In “Tahoma” Font
Wintertime is a moment
When the trickle of a stream
Winds fierce through time-vaulted avenues
In juxtaposition of its stance
Amidst sheer mountain force
There is a caveat of sorts
Commensurate with the blazon strata
And smack dab, a dot on a map
Sat some snugly siblings of seven
Cozied up to Nature's hearth
Separate from north to south only by 10
Warm hot chocolate and marsh-mellows
Hearty bellows of laughter and gaiety
Ran down the stairways
Like children at play
Snowmen were compiled of frosted fists
The end game of storms
So hearty, yet mild
The way the flakes dip on branches as grace itself
On the trees that mellow with age
We stood tall as a solid pack of wood
A happy roar of unison voices
Echoing wreaths of “Bach’s Pack"
Yet, it was but a chime on the master clock
The cloakroom full of shelves of clothes
Of laughter that would never be forgotten
Time-lapses could never remove
That happiness written in a Nature's stanza