The journey from Pune to Mumbai on the expressway is simply superb. As soon as I see those vast stretches of natural wonders, i realise how small we are in this world. The waters never wage a war, nor do the rains quarrel over the miniscule land areas. The hills mightily and merrily hold firm the greens as well as the browns, even the gushing winds dont mind carrying the fragrance from one part to another. Then why do we 'intelligent' species indulge in such irrelevant activities ??
I intend to, wish to, dream to make a difference to that. And that i surely shall do (in whatever way i could, whatever capacity i could) This is what inspires me. The mother nature teaches how to embrace everyone. It doesnt rain any differently in Manavya than the 'normal' houses of the other villagers there. I dream to wash away their ignorance one day along with the pouring waters. And i know that i'm not alone, that's why i can dream, and dream big too.
And with all these thoughts, when i return to mumbai, i cant wonder but write a few lines about those 'normal' beings:
The bluish peaks gently kiss the serene skies,
Magical waters trickle down the long crevices,
The greenery embraces all, lest the moment flies,
But being 'virtuous', he moves away from these 'vices'.
I hope to transform that indifferent human by some humane way. After all, that's what is Manavya. !!!
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3 comments:
Ank, reading your posts makes me slow. I sit back and think for a while...
Heyy....dont slow down... we need ur dynamism as always..!!!
Just take care...now leaving office (4pm - 12:30 shift ):-)
Ohh.. you take care too.
And I loved those lines :)
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