Youth and Wisdom

A clear stream of  life,simple and uncomplicated,

To their cause,they were completely devoted.

Their mind keen and ever curious,

Was unaware of all that was spurious.

Heart burning with passionate endeavour,

Harboured no hesitation,a ready receptor.

The door to their soul was left ajar,

To usher in the Light,filtering in from afar.

Bold hearts,strong willed,they knew not fear,

Unfaltering steps marched on,with their peer.

They lived quests,each moment a journey

To the new,treading paths cobbled and thorny.

Eyes sparkling, aglow with a crystal vision,

Raring to go,attend to the call of their mission.

Hours glided on through the sands of time,

Each grain of sand, was divinely sublime.

Time moved on,but their wheels of motion arrested,

Of youth,suddenly the blessed souls were divested.

Their passionate youthful deep throated roar,

Lost its voice,and gave way to whimpers,sore.

They were stripped of all their desires and dreams,

All that remained, were their wasted skeletal frames.

They sought solace in the words of some ancient sage,

Wisdom visits in the winter of life,when ripe,the fruit of age.

A comforter devoid of comfort,for, this truth is just a myth,

Undeniably,Wisdom,even in the youth,itself does sheathe.

                                                                                             
                                                                                               Chandni.