Wednesday, April 28, 2021

X - An Ounce In Excess


There I lay
securely fastened
and held down 
by the metal bolts
beside a bunch of others similar 

Each of us endeavouring 
in all our earnestness
to take those ounces of load 
when the wagons of life
huddled past in all their fury

As we bore every single signature 
of those abrasions in a trail
each one couldn't help but wonder
if I were the only one burdened
with an ounce in excess

Until that one day in bloom that had arrived
when those dainty little dandelions sprout
amidst us, the cold hardened metal tracks
and stood there without a bend or a stoop
nor with the slightest fret in their loop

Thus, as we, the tracks lay there, as if in a trance
and the wheezing wagons wheels crushed past 
the gay dandelions in all their delicate sway
still smiled away, undeterred and unburdened 
with any ounce that was in excess

PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter X.   
Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.


Sonia Dogra said...

The pleasure of living is reaped by those who live without care, who live to live without restraints. Another amazing lesson.

Chinmayee Gayatree Sahu said...

Sometimes its best not to have so many layers of chains that binds one down. Wonderful post.