A Pearl Of Perspective

As I walked down the rocky avenue,

I had an epiphany.

Dodging from the alluring sprinklers,

And also from the humdrum cacophony.

Two summers ago, I bolted for freedom

To the Queen’s Necklace, my mayhem whirls.

Grumbling forth the shallow turquoise of the sea,

How could this necklace be devoid of any pearls?

While my soul absorbs this complex conundrum,

My life eschews me on a somber lane

I promised to add a pearl to this strand,

To whip my desolate mundane.

The oyster of our lives is oblivious to

The impending singularity of elysian

If we foster a grain of sand that withstands

The cornucopia of pleasures shall be unbidden.

So the years rolled by, as years always do.

Today, my Oyster self came to the ultimate destiny

That morsel of sand bothered him so much

was a beautiful pearl glimmering richly.

We give up arms under coercion.

While an oyster responds delightfully to it

You shall not bleat on about life’s lemons

Because there is no pearl without grit.

As a gallop towards the Queen’s Necklace,

To offer my pearl to its emptiness

I was elated beyond the limits

And Glee seemed to have no ends.

I made a vow to the flickering sun rays

Kissing the facet of the Arabian

To metamorphose our lives in tranquility

To fill our lives with plentiful pearls to come.

— Aastha Prajapati