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.