Contemplation

15-June-2020

This poem is about realizing and understanding that to live a content life you don't need anyone else's validation or approval. If you run after that, you will never be able to live a satisfied life. You will always be running after people and associating them with your happiness and peace.

Leaning on my room's door

The same door which desperately opened every time someone came

Observing a bird sitting on a tree's branch

My father planted this tree on my birth

It has grown with me through every season

I itch my thick rough beard

We both have gotten old and mature

My straight optimistic posture has changed into bent down baggy with time

But the tree still stands strong proudly

I wasted my whole life trying to hang on to others' branches

While the tree grew its own branches through its roots

Despite growing without the need of anyone

The tree is now giving shadow to everyone

And I who only turned old running after everyone

Am petrified of my own shadow

The rain is falling down, just to embellish the tree's grandeur even more

My eyes are watering too, making me look even more miserable

I should have realized that

Before searching for people to live with me

I must learn to live with myself contently