Differing But By Degree Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Flowers and rocks in life stand miles apart,
Passengers still, same weather to weather,
Each with its own but kindred ticking heart—
Things that would seldom frolic together;
If flowers greet, life newly born receive,
Rocks may well build a welcoming home bridge,
If flowers bid good-bye to those that leave,
Rocks may well build a blockade of tall ridge.
In every flower's bosom lies a rock-
Like will to spread her blossom's rare fragrance,
In every rock's core there's a silent clock
That says: I'd too evolve given a chance.
Life, it seems, differ but by a degree,
All things alive be by cosmic decree.
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Sonnets | 01.09.04 |