Serendipity
Hello everyone!
A few days ago I was given the golden opportunity to visit Singapore International School and take part in a poetry writing competition in which to my surprise and delight, I stood second place. Our task was to describe a picture. The picture was of a bus window(like the local ones in India) with rails and outside the window was a view of a few street shops and carts. This poem was my perception on the image.
Serendipity
A few days ago I was given the golden opportunity to visit Singapore International School and take part in a poetry writing competition in which to my surprise and delight, I stood second place. Our task was to describe a picture. The picture was of a bus window(like the local ones in India) with rails and outside the window was a view of a few street shops and carts. This poem was my perception on the image.
As she looked out the windows,
Of the rattled old bus,
she felt caged,
she felt caged,
Yet yearned to be free.
Like a mockingbird in a cage, she longed to soar
yet feared her destiny.
What would it be like, to be in control?
Work hard for daily bread and butter
To depend solely, upon oneself?
Everyday discovering something new
That you never knew was part of you
Like the several adventurers on her bookshelf.
What she seldom failed to see,
Was the misfortune and the struggle,
She had the gift of vision, yet she was blind.
To how not all of humankind
Could afford to fantasize,
Life is beautiful, life is a puzzle.
Right across the street
Sat a wise old man
Selling fresh produce for a livelihood
He thought not of what could be
Rather, gracefully thanked eternity
For he knew his mere existence, was serendipity.
-Diya Hebbar
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