The Departure Compulsion

[Shivam Jha]

Once, on a river side,

I met with a flowing tide,

With many huge trees of oak,

While I was drinking coke.

 

In river, the fishes I found,

And birds’ chirping sound

Along with colorful flowers;

And lots of beauty around.

 

In the orchards that goes,

The petals of roses arose.

I might have had;

The most fortunate nose.

 

In the high-up skies,

I could see the sun arise.

It was looking as a tiny mice,

Between all these guys.

 

It was spring;

There wasn’t any noise.

I was feeling like a king;

And had many joys.

 

At evening, I could see;

The Sun setting in the west.

Now, I’m going from heaven,

As, I was just a guest.

 

I haven’ much fortune to live here,

And have to go to Earth.

As, I haven’t done much fair,

So, have to go to the cycle of birth and death.

 

Thus, as a result of what, I had;

Done through my deeds,

I have to improve my needs,

So that on me, everyone should have glad.