Parcels of Destiny

With his tiny platypus feet,
the son of the soil,
tags along to a school,
with bags and expectations, as loaded,
as the freedom in his rusted iron pickaxe.

Soon, pretty soon,
wrung out from the bare meals,
his farmers' family missed,
an albatross would appear,
and fly away to abandon,
guiding our scion,
to society's righteousness.

The bird would teach him life,
to fish, to hunt, to fly as the flock flies, and
no more...for all his sober hourglasses,
would tick in satisfaction :

-The day wont be far,
when two meals would turn to four,
farmlands to machinery,
trees to oriental antiques,
family to acquaintances,
and,
happiness could be bought at last,
in the daily bazaars without haggling to death.

In the confused maze of abundance then,
the albatross, which guided the very Ulysses through Hades's world,
would leave our young child,
torn in a cycle of contentment and bereavement.

"If only, you'd have asked,
If only, you'd have dreamed,
If only, you'd have shunned satisfaction,
I would've shown you,
How it is to fly,
to soar above the clouds!"

 

-Palash

April'2013,
Lumding.