Rays of Light
The six-year-old warns
his little sister of a speeding car,
takes her hand crosses the road.
“with a little care you can go far.”
The young teen asks mom to let her relax
in the yard where the sky is blue, the buds bloom
“there is no scope for imagination
inside the four walls; soon I feel the gloom.”
Cousin Rahul refuses the rare offer
to prosper in the land of plenty and is not sad.
He’d rather stay and work from home
to the peace and joy of his cancer-stricken dad.
The temple priest sees good in a fall,
tells me to change anger to amicability,
to view loss and gain with equanimity,
attend to duty but never multiply responsibility.
I’m thankful for such flashes of wisdom
in young and old, in man and nature.
They teach me to look at the rainbow
beyond the hail and storm of now and future.
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