Amidst the many trees and flowers
I sit, biding my time.
I don't remember how long I've been here
Nor do I know how long I'll stay.
But in this park,
Among all this life blossoming around,
I feel rejevunated.
I feel I can sit here much longer.
Longer, not only to enjoy the serenity of nature
But also to admire the strength of people.
People, who keep on fighting,
Sometimes from the outer challenges
While sometimes from their inner demons.
I can see it in their eyes
Their struggle
Sometimes, I can see a few tears
Slipping down, silently narrating their story.
At that time, I try,
Try to understand each word, each emotion,
Conveyed by those silent tears
and I try to sympathise.
I try to stay with them like a friend they need.
They might or might not notice me.
Me, being stationery in this little park,
But I try to do my bit
By trying to soothe them,
Swinging them slowly,
forward and backward
And forward again.
My motion signifying
They can always go forward
Even after taking a step back
And try to calm them with this motion itself.
I am nothing more than a swing,
Placed in a little green park
Yet, I try to do my bit
By trying to be a friend in loneliness.