An evening after retirement

 An evening after retirement

A cup of venom, that came to my lip,

I threw it away, and did not sip,

Ahead of me was a troublant sea,

I was afraid, couldn’t have a dip,

A battle, I could have fought,

A fame, I could have brought,

A game, I didn’t play,

I kept quite and didn’t say,

Now when I am retired,

I feel myself virtually tired

So I can’t do anything, but only think,

The ship I made, now began to sink,

The wall turned brown,

Which I painted pink.

On this sad evening,

Pining for a fresh morning,

I sat by my table, on that chair,

Try to think of myself, as honest and fair,

I had been ever busy, no time to think of me,

Even I ignored the cracks, which took place in me,

Since I ignored me, I couldn’t do well,

A story full of sorrow, I have to tell,

I was running fast, it made me tired,

And I fell.

Tumult I could win and made every one spell bound,

But to day that spell is nowhere found

But today I am free,

Like a dry tree,

With no leaf and twig,

Of course, once it was big.

So I am alone today,

Nothing to hear and nothing to say,

No tour, no meeting,

This is the way, the world is treating,

The sun is rising above,

Squeezing the shadow

Alone I am sitting,

In my room by that window,

The window that opens in the orchard,

I could hear the bird, singing like a bard,

At least, I could find , what was sought

It made me out of gloomy thought,

I could forget that I worked hard

I could now think forward,

I plan I shall teach children,

With them I shall sing and dance and run,