Sandglass

[Dedicated to my classmates at S.P.Jain Institute of Management & Research, Mumbai]

      

In 21 months did the sandglass evolve

From being top-heavy to stable,

A dreamy fairytale to no less than a fable;

As knowledge graduated to wisdom,

Grains descended at unprecedented pace

Agitated by the Arabian breeze,

Moist, as if mired in a Mumbai-local,

Wearing the aroma of Juhu sweet corn,

But impatient and rebelling

Like the stomach of a new-born.

In 21 months did the sandglass evolve

From its teens to adulthood,

Carefree, ambitious leaps to measured strides;

As belief graduated to faith,

Grains descended with immaculate flow

Caressed by the sturdy walls of conviction

Gathered from successful peers,

Who led their way to the stable half,

To become winners- champions-

Outside, and better still, at heart.

In 21 months did the sandglass evolve

From incomplete to complete,

Appetizers to a satisfying full platter;

As streaks of lightning graduated to sunlight,

Grains descended with utmost care,

Squeezing in, like a vada peeking between pav,

Tendering apologies and accepting love,

But all the while committing to a promise

To not allow the world separate them-

’Cause they’re the finest of grains.