let bygones be bygones
Poem: Let Bygones Be Bygones by Hari Prasad S and Surabhi Kaura
There was a beloved blossom in life…
Agreed, it was treasured and worshiped.
Extolling the virtues of a paradise,
The Gardner nursed the bloom day and night,
Like a circadian rhythm.
One day, it dried like an old shriveled hand,
And his inner-soul’s voice wailed in profundity;
Perhaps a self-introspection:
“Hey! Look at the Garden’s sanctuary;
Many of its flowers welted and dried,
And that which dried, did they ever bloom?
O’ Gardner! The garden never makes
Hue and cry over the dried flowers.”
Let bygones be bygones.
The garden is haunted by many,
But few are conclusive who see the crowning glory –
The wizened leaves…
The crushed blossoms…
The fallen twigs…
The fresh blooming flowers…
The shimmering dew…
All go hand in hand.
O' Gardner, the garden bore a cumbersome heart,
But it never far cries over the deceased part,
Their significance as a sign made him mend and mind,
His heavy heart, forming droplets, drenched his hand,
All that is happening is a part of a higher design.
He simply let bygones be bygones.
Copyrighted, Hari Prasad S and Surabhi Kaura, June 30, 2016