There was once a traveller
Though young but sad
Some questions from life
Somehow he had….
As dusk drew in he lost his way
And losing his sight he went astray
Cursing the dark with the onset of fright
If there was something to do he thought he might
But darkness had taken his vision away
And had left him alone with deep dismay…..
As aimlessly he walked hither and tither
An old man he found carrying a pitcher
He was heading to the river that ran not far
The young man was wrong to think that help lay afar…..
To the river they went conversing all way
The young man spoke out his cause of dismay
On reaching the river the old man asked him
What do you see in the water?
A thought crossed him….
I see reflection of the moon
The young man replied
That’s the beauty of night
Said the old man with a smile
As in darkness water gives reflection of the moon
Our problems in life reflect our strengths
We see later or soon…..
When black turned grey hair finally gives way to baldness
In the end we grow accustomed to darkness…..!!