'SCEPTRE'

As I sit down, I often ruminate,

If I will live through

The next autumn's date.

Watch the leaves turn amber,

And smell the pumpkin spice,

Awakening winter from its slumber.

And then I lay divided, in a dilemma

Should I stay and think about life,

My role on earth or my brother's dead wife.

If dust thou art and to dust thou shall return,

Should I even strive

For a great life?

Yes - Great so I make

the Almighty proud, love utterly,

spread Mirth and Gaiety.

Live a life I shall never forget

On this sphere, Make it worth my while

And never do regret.

In the face of murk, If I can manage

To be my own candle and light the way,

I will grow happy with age.

And If my ventures do ignite a spark

In the lost minds, grand and small

I will go on to say my life was not futile

But a sceptre for a weakened soul.

- Isha Thorat