Enduring will

 

 

Shrouded hilltops with layers of mist,

The sun now renders an ominous glow,

The greatest love, old stories insist,

Stem from the will to never let go.

 

He stands still, basking in God’s downpour,

Face - resolute, he can afford not a fail,

Rooted in belief, he is planted on the floor,

That with passing time, is seeming frail.

 

On the other side, look up eyes of hope,

She knows not the test he has embraced,

A wild heart; she watches bird flocks elope,

With a lull in the pour, clear air surfaced.

 

Their time is now, his heart consoles,

Stand strong; for it is the will to hold on,

When shards of pain pierce insoles,

They take you on paths lesser mortals scorn.

 

United by this hill, separated as well,

Two beating hearts cry out as one,

With passing hours, the rain does not quell,

Love clouds have mellowed the wrath of the sun.

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SDMIMD

I wrote this poem 2 weeks back on our Director’s insistence. Too bored to send it out individually to the ones who asked for it, so posting it here. IMD’ites, do tell me what you think of it! (if you’re reading this anyway)

 

 

Sylvan trees here stand by the tread,

Standing by the hearth of her welcome bed,

Pristine is her manner, calm is her face,

Robed in grey, she stands in grace.

 

At her heart of power sit minds of vision,

Sagacious, strong, they work in unison,

Further still now, stands her talent table,

Open to all souls, willing and able.

 

Teeming yet quiet lies her wise mind,

Books of all ages, adorning bind,

Spines bear prints of fingers that ran over,

Desks let time pass by much slower.

 

The canteen bustle, the rattle of plates,

Unaware of the hand dealt out by our fates,

Seeking wisdom found in books borrowed,    ##(Borrowed lines from one of my prev poems!)

Over piping cuppas, and minds harrowed.

 

She stands by it all, ever unfazed,

In her grey gown, that greenery has laced,

She is my alma mater, my guiding light,

Now and forever more, I’ll be a IMD’ite!

 

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