The Sound

The sound



In nature’s silent hours I sit by my window and watch,

Grass covered with dew,

Holding the beads on its blades.

The pond in the neighbourhood

Resounds of water trickling down the trees,

Rippling the water till the end.



I hear a sound so loud

Its direction undetermined,

I look for an answer but fail,

A sound belonging to past.



Now darkness descends,

The pond now a black pit

The grass disappears,

My vision blinded.



But that known sound still rings in my ears.

The air through the window entered my body and mind,

And took my mind on a flight,

It landed me on a seabed,

Illuminated by moon.

I swam with the fish of different hues.

The water never touched me,

It was like swimming in vacuum.



But then

My heart pounded with the return of the music,

The same music of unknown source.

Unable to recollect where I heard it before,

I decided to go back where I came from.



Oh no!

How can I return now?

How can I reach home?



While I was in submerged in deep thoughts

Of a way home,

I heard screams

They were of fishermen fishing in the sea.

I looked around to avoid fishing nets

But saw nothing.

What I saw stopped the sound I heard until now.

A host of smiling people overlooking me,

They wrapped me in white and laid me beside

……

Someone…

Someone who kissed on my forehead with tenderness.

I knew it was the touch of a mother.

And that unknown sound was the sound of joy,

Joy of a safe world,

Which ends the moment you are born.