Taking a break from writing short stories to publish a poem in this month's Spark magazine. The theme for the month was 'Journeys' and the poem draws upon the journey of a monarch butterfly, a creature that has always fascinated me, and its contrast with that of humans. Read on.
Each year it happens this way
Each year those million monarchs
Are born, sprout wings, and fly off
To a warm place, a continent away
Something living goes there, puts down its luggage
Collapses on the bed, kicks off its shoes
Orders room service, hatches some progenies
And then without apology, promptly dies
A life with no correction,
No retraction, no redemption
No reset, no egress
No nostalgia, no regrets
We too could be monarchs
We too could journey with no return
Never turn to wonder at ‘what if’
Never have a chance to go back
And yet, nature’s scripts for us differ
Not for us the singular sense of purpose
Our journeys are bound to a leash
Our future tied to the past
Fly, O Monarch, fly to your tenacious end
We fly forward only to look back
We travel in circles, in our hearts
Our beginnings married to our end
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