Poem 324 : Scratch To Scratch

 Scratch To Scratch

                                   - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

The stroke and marks remarked,

A long journey which embarked,

With insane tools and reactions,

A kind word met with agitations,

No place to find any solutions,

There was no peaceable place,

Masks being worn undetected,

Tiresome and distressed rushing,

It was the last day to have fun,

Worse days did finally begun,

But not for so long as they think,

The next step for waiting in peace,

Was waiting to guide to the light,

The season of spring sprang up,

A magical dimension of delight,

The darkness met with sunlight,

The distress ended in a few days,

Forever no turning back to see it,

With no roots and relations to be,

Abandoned it for a steady growth,

The time of peaceful waiting,

Planting the roots of patience,

Back into the soil of joyousness,

Where the yield is being saved,

Back in its track after some days,

Now joyful as ever these days,

But the duties are bound forever,

Being finely made and refined,

Finally to be at a greater height.