Redemption~

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Like a foolish moth

in the glory of the nature,   

I’m still in search of the place-

Where I can see the yellow sunflower fields

Sleeping in the form of sunshine.

I wander here and there

And see the skyline has folded in two.

Though the sun has not

Cut short its visit;

It drops in the east every morning, but

Sucks out only the enormous high rises

Thick as a jungle in front of my eyes.

My wild heart falters and then stops

Light filters, fades and 

disintegrates the air of spring in my mind.

I sit choicelessly,

    with this untimely fall of the season.

Holding the artificial life

  kids caged in i-pads and networks.

Frog march in front of me; 

A new found solar-system is all over them

Indifferent to the orders of nature

They lock in man-made cubicles

to connect online….

And look nowhere else;

Like a daft their eyes shoot

To the hanging nets, to see who is there-

    in columns of names...

I wake up at the wee hours of the night

thinking, “now what, what now”

the question hangs in the air - what if...?

This is where I meet the character of Al Pacino,

bored and tired rock star

    trying to do something more with his life.

'It's spring in my mind, but the autumn leaves they fall.

 As I'm walking by, I collect them all', he says.

I must say, he got me.

Inspired by Al Pacino as Danny Collins.

Written for Susan's : Poets United