My FB friend, 
Arvind Khanna, of Delhi, posted this capture of a Champa flower in soft landing on the grass, in a park.
 Bringing to mind a lifetime of existing,  first as a bud among many, on the tall branches that flowered ; then in a fragrant flouresence of white , gold, and pale green stems, so secure in company of others.
And then the fall. 
And it occurred to me that there were different modes of fall.   
Read on :
Some fall,
 palms facing up,
 hankering for more,
 enamoured as they are 
 of positions high up there,
 end up 
 crushing their base,
 or turning over
 in the grass 
 to a broken life.
 
 And some fall, 
 because it is time to fall,
 after a lifetime 
 of giving
 sustenance to 
 birds, bees, and Gods
 and a fragrance to other's lives;
 they fall,
 palms downwards,
 head bent in gratitude
 only to land 
 lightly 
 on blades of grass 
 rushing to meet them.
 
 And
 some fingers 
 then lift them, 
 cup them in palms, 
 and offer them
 to the One who made them.
 
 Perhaps, they go to heaven ....
 
 
Loved it how you say the fall is the ultimate for some..makes one ponder.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thought spun into a lovely poem..
Wow!!! What a beautiful poem--specially when I think of Rajat Gupta's fall...and then loss of so many lovely artists...we fall in numerous ways but how beautiful it would be to be in the palms of one who offers to the One..
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