PLUMES(poem)     BY sadique. M.

Years are like feathers.

They fly away from you

In the wind of time…

We hear the song of life

Through experiences good and bad.

We hum the tune of life

With voice rough and smooth.

Past years are like birds in flight

We watch them move away..away

Like fading dots in a white paper.

Bygone days are like silver clouds

They please you

But never showers..

Days gone are like teachers

Who ask you questions out of syllabus?

Joy, sorrow, insult, diffidence, anger,

Indignation, worry, dissatisfaction

Your heart is laden

With pearls and holes.

You hear calls…

But

You can’t respond

Because the waves roar in your ears…

The waves of the disturbing present..!