Daniel Indrupati: Beach

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Fringing palms

Whispering nothing

Stretches of blue

Sets hearts fluttering

Sweet smell of salt

Afloat in the air

Kids building castles

Without a care

Coloured umbrellas

Dot the land

While the sun basks

On golden sands

Goggled boys

And sandaled girls

Happily tan

On dunes of sands

Pretty women

On colourful mats

Tempting men

With bared backs

|Ah! Lures of beach

Beckon me

Tangled in toil

I am forced to flee

'On the Children' by Khalil Gribran

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Saturday, January 19, 2013