A Morning Of An Evening

Started writing this poem in the bus, while we were on the way to Vizag during the batch trip. Completed it during some of the boring lectures. It describes a man in the later phase of his life, living in the countryside now, along with his wife, as he describes the morning.......

The main support has arrived,
the one-man army will lead the night's plight.
Vanquishing minnows with a swift delight,
as its threads conquer the sky.
Content with the night's sleep,
I search for my stick,
so as to witness the winning fleet.
I woke with these mornings and without them,
splendid were the scenes,
though sometimes through the dens.
She sleeps with a calm on her face,
as I kiss her gently to thank her,
for her ever-present praise.
As I take the road to stroll,
it was not as pleasant,
as it is now.
The chirping birds welcome my stick,
so do the blurred lanes,
with well-hued leaves.
Dancing over the leaves are the,
glittering lights,
as the petals yawn and rub their lovely eyes.
The grass in the lawns wait for the warmth,
to lighten their backs,
laden with the cold dew,
their hopes now rely on the winning fleet.
The symphonies of the temple hymns enchant my ears,
faith in Him has mentored me through the years.
Slowly I hobble down the twisty little roads,
witnessing the pine trees guarding the slopes.
Movement beings in the households I pass by,
journey to the wells begin,
as for the food and water, the cattle gives a cry.
Away from the city commotion,
where money makes the motion.
Where I spent all my life,
greed was the honesty and life was a strife.
In the 'Society', I now reside,
there, pocket was the pride,
here, simplicity rules and
in bins, does greed lie.
My home, my hutment,the same,
as I used to draw in childhood,
a chimney, a window, the slates,
and a small rickety door of wood.
I've lived my life,
plundered, blundered, walked the wrong words,
but now is the life of calm, peace, faith,
will repent it before I go into the Land of Nod.