STAYING POSITIVE

The toy is kept in a see-through box,

people come around and readily flocks.

In a cosy place and in a well lit shop,

the kids with eager faces make a stop.

It is made of green, yellow and red -

a talking robot with a very big head.

It repeated back what it always heard -

one day it stopped, not a single word!

Sadly it could not serve its purpose there -

it was costly, amazing and playfully rare.

Seemed the toy had feelings and some more -

while it was kept in a dark corner of the store.

It lost its purpose in shop to joyfully serve,

but somehow it kept up the hope and nerve.

One day there came a pair of eager eyes

and took the toy by utter surprise.

From depths of utter despair it finally rose,

but as the kid neared it's heart froze.

Hopeful hands outstretched in immense joy -

a jubilant kid hugged a colourful toy.

In life, not all seasons do come at once -

each in their prowess wait for a chance.

So, keep up the hope and do your work -

there will always be light just after dark.

Prasenjit©2023

GROWING OLD

When is it that we have grown old

and think that the days of youth are over?

Is it just that the skin wrinkle and fold,

while joyous days in mind hum and hover?

Life is not just the eclipses and long years -

nor the gloomy and grey dark days.

It was not of our gain, tears or our fears -

but about the hopeful, bright, elegant rays.

Treat those calm nights and bright days,

as a chance to live on motherly earth.

Being reborn in so many blissful ways -

let deeds welcome vagabonds to my hearth.

There are hands that will always pray,

better - be the hands that put out aid.

Give them hope, a speck of positive ray,

better - do as one conscious human bade.

There comes a time you will finally know,

that you have fully done your bidding.

Others will prosper from what you sow -

the inactions are no more - by your ridding.

Life is like walking along the roaring beach -

one feet in water, the other on sand.

There are so many hearts we need to reach -

it is possible when we walk hand-in-hand.

Yes, one day my time will surely end 

and I would know I loyally did my part.

Smile towards the horizon as darkness bend,

this is life flowing and that is its art.

Prasenjit©2023