The Nest

Life is a wonderful, exciting fest

Where our worth is always put to test

Once the fest comes to an end

We replenish ourselves in our nest

Some rides in the fest are so tough

When situation seem to be rough

That's when we are tested the most

Brooding at times , I have had enough!

These are times when we wish to reach the end

But then we get a hope , a solace , a friend

Who helps you out of the maze

His help, his comforts always ready to lend

Yet in the same maze, he might get caught

When your helps is silently sought

To play your part , tear his problems apart

That's when precious memories are wrought

There are also times we need our solitude

To seek our minds's blissful beatitude

When we withdraw into ourselves

Though with a sense of utter gratitude

We will fall down, we will fly high 

Sometimes with a smile , sometimes with a cry

Yet always finding the much needed peace

Resting our self in the nest built in the sky 

image: ParkeHarrison


Prompted by image at Magpie Tales and FormForAll: Rubaiyat Quatrains at  dVerse Poets Pub hosted by Samuel Peralta.

An attempt at writing at Rubaiyat Quatrain which is characterized with  the rhyme scheme AABA .