Ritual

It’s the month of October and the transition

is up for the day, the chirping birds witness

desolate leaves at the onset of fall season. Beyond 

the aloof horizon belies a vibrant ray of hope;

the caretaker’s metaphors get busy in bridging

the gap between the inner voice and the outer discord, 

the syllables get heavy in the contemporary weather 

for they carry the onus of vacant melodies 

from erstwhile summer. The breeze of conscience around

the garden leads to a boulevard where fellow caretakers 

vie for utopia; they follow a ritual in the toughest of times

they profess what comes easiest to them—enlighten the dark ambiance.