Dawn is always new
Gleaming, glistening
On paved roads
With dusty sidewalks
Setting rhythm for travellers
Rattling, shaking in their onward journey
They move on
Following an invisible metronome
Oblivious of the cities, ports and deserts
Traversing
Hours, months, seasons, years and tides
In a loop
Mechanical
Repetitive
No one speaks
Unwilling to spill the pain
Welling within
Unclothing their layered self
Before the unfamiliar lot
Secrets too scary to be revealed
Struggling with their inward journey
Burdened with the baggage
Of the heavy past
Like a horse,
Their vision blinkered
They tread wearily
Little realizing
Dawn will rise again
Donning a brighter hue
Without fail.
The curse of modern life where we have no time to enjoy the nature ,so rushed with the hustle bustle of everyday routine so vividly captured in this poem and yet the new dawn keeps the hope alive .This takes it to another level from Leisure’ a thought provoking poem written by William Henry Davies which I had read in my schooldays . In his poem, the poet wonders whether it is worth leading a life which provides one with no time for leisure but yours is so much more optimistic!
