I arrive halfway
My two children on my either side
Trying my best to hand them down
whatever I have.
Generations before me have
carried out this ritual.
Time has been a witness to
handing down of vast empires,
Oh! the precious family heirlooms…!
Glancing back at the path trodden,
I see a familiar sight…
Only it is my father, in place of me
and we children hold onto his hand..
He never preached a word.
We saw him toiling hard;
Etched in the memories is his
going through the tests of life
—never mind the apparent low scores
in the eyes of the world……….!
I take over the Baton
My lips are in prayer that I can walk with the same grace
and pass on the legacy of values to my offspring.
I walk, I walk along with my children,
there seem to be some fields nearby
fields of ripening crops, fields of saplings nurtured over a full season
to be abloom very soon!
The whiff of air brings me the scent of my coming generations!!!