A Second Chance
Above, the sun is out, platinum-clad
Rich, robust, hot and haughty
Blithely unaware of the moment next
Assured, it has a bright second chance.
Here, along the flowing tarmac
The flotilla of fatigue moves on
But where? To the goal that eludes
For aeons is not over yonder.
Reaching there or rushing for it?
Every step is a journey in itself
The end is just the beginning, they say
Wonder, why do they rush all the way?
The Present has left something far behind
And the path permitting no retracing
Rushing ahead is the only option
The Future would restore everything lost.
Imagine and compensate
And that’s the mantra for all the stress
There exists something beyond the maze
A second chance, let me start it afresh.
A. N. Nanda