Like footprints on the sand,
Washing away with the waves.
Like
the arch of the rainbow,
Melting
with the clouds.
Like
the dewdrops of night,
Vanishing
with the first light.
Like
the leaves of fall,
Departing
with the snow.
Like
the resting butterfly,
Hustling
away at the footsteps.
Like
the grass kissed golden,
Falling
flat with midday sun.
Like
the shooting star,
Freezing
at the Earth.
Is
not the end as I construe,
But
the promise of more to come.
For
the eyes twitch and the face contracts,
Before
the lips burst forth with smile.
For
the pain of childbirth,
Makes
the mother an artist.
And in the memories of today,
We hold the seeds for tomorrow.
A poem for the beautiful woman in this photograph and to look back into our wonderful time after marriage on the Kavvayi island in Kerala.
