Law Of Nature

By Rupinder Bains

Peeking

The sun rises over the horizon

The faint light

Washing away the darkness of night.

The rustling of nocturnes retreating

The waking call of aves;

It seems the earth loves the sun

And all its brightness.

Birds chirrup in praise of its arrival

Flowers sprout for greeting

The dew drops evaporate

In an everlasting effort to reach the Sol;

Just like Icarus,

They too will fail.

The ocean catches their fall

Its embrace comforting like a mother,

Each wave a gentle hug

Lapping at the shore,

Saying hello to the dirt

Seeping down to their kin

With promises to return.

They have a journey to make.

An intrusion.

Noon time-

A human lying in the grass

The sky clear and cloudy

It lies there

Looking for patterns

To recognize and make sense of nature’s existence

It will fail.

There is no meaning.

A breeze blows

Rustling everything it passes

A quick bow of its hat

Always in a hurry!

It turns the meadow to an ocean

Vivid with the hues of green

My favourite colour.

The grass soft

And softer still,

In the mouths of the cattle grazing it

It has a journey to make

Through food pipes and intestines

But it too,

Comes back

To nurture its own

And be ripped out again.

The sun is setting now

It paints the sky yellow orange and lilac.

The earth protests with chirrups and wilting;

The honest workers stop their activities in rebellion.

It won’t do.

The sun too has a journey to make

For it loves the moon

Forever trying to reach it

The sun too will fail.

The balance has to be maintained.

It will die of longing,

And the earth will die

With sorrow of the sun’s demise.

It is futile.

The only thing you can do is enjoy it-

The sunrises,

The chirping of birds and the lapping of waters,

The whoosh of winds and the crunch of grass under your feet.

You won’t be bored

There is much beauty in life

And more in death.

By Rupinder Bains