Forty fifth mile stone-a poem

 Forty fifth  mile stone

A poem on the eve of  his forty fifth anniversary

By

P.R.Ramachander

Forty five years  back , on this day  me and my  wife ,

Started  walking together  in the way of life,

To  me     who had only   lonely walks  till then,

This walk with a  companion   gave a  very great joy .

The initial steps  of any path normally are rough ,

But we   two  learned  to adjust  to that  roughness,

And learned to ignore  the stones and thorns in that path.

Since  the path   was crowded  by  people known  only to me ,

My companion    did feel very nervous   and very lonely,

Then came  out,  our  storms, cyclones , tempests and tsunamis ,

Making both of us   totter  and about to fall .

Both of us the   walkers  on the great path of life ,

Believed   that there is a  great God  whom we loved ,

And all these  events   that  make us rock would  go away.

They did  and suddenly   the path  became a heaven of flowers,

Due   to the arrival   of  little  treasure of gems , who  boosted our resolve ,

“We would walk , we will not fall , for we were  three then.”

We  had soon   one more little one , a treasure  and gem of our life .

In that path of life  ,  the four  of us fought  for every inch  that we have to go,

There were  times,  when the  path became dark and difficult ,

Since we were four  , we found our way  by each of us laughing aloud.

One by one those new  companions   found other companions  and other paths

And again  we both    were left alone  in that way.

But not for long because God sent  us four of his angels,

To Babble , chatter  ,hug , kiss  , laugh and to cry.

Several mile stones have passed   after  that ,

Several of our friends  had  found their way to God,

But  today  we see the forty fifth mile stone  big and bright.