Many, Myriad Ways - Sarvajeet D Chandra
I am a grumpy old man
frail, flabby, broken by age
Witness my verve, vitality on
my perky daughter’s face
I am an ancient old tree
somber, shriveled, staid
Behold my lustiness in
orchards, my seeds made
I am a dormant volcano
drowsy, buried in sea-bed
Marvel at my frenzy, fury in
lovely islands, my lava bred
I am a ragged iron mine
dry, barren, bereft of ore
Celebrate my strength in
mighty bridges, my steel bore
I am an old caravan road
deserted, long lost, forgotten
Revel in the hustle-bustle of
cities, en route, that blossom
I am a broken lighthouse
spurned, deserted by boats
Explore my heritage in the
melting-pot culture on coast
I regenerate, recreate
unabated, again and again
In many, myriad ways
profound and inane
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