The forestland slid beneath my regular strides,
I covered it with my fearsome grace.
Though trees passed me on both sides,
None could interrupt my terrific pace.
I could have walked tirelessly for nights and days.

But some miles later, a chair was kept
Under a tree of the same wood brown.
I ignored it and continued into the woods’ depths
But a little later, stopped and gave me a frown.
I had enough time to rest for some time unknown.

I lowered me on the Chair—
Oh, how wonderful it was to rest!
And looked at others with a glare
Because I possessed the best.
A long time later, lifted it above my chest
And carried the same everywhere.

Amazed, I carried and sat on it
Till I was dazed after months, four,
When it fell off a cliff and broke, split
And I, angry for the loss, broke it more.
How could I replenish this newly formed gap?
“How can I live without a chair anymore?”

I cried so long that I cried out of
my mind the reason I cried for
When I tried to recall— “What?
A chair is why I cried so far!”
At once, I stood and left the place.
Years it took to regain the pace
And years it took to learn to refrain—
And years later, I met a chair of the same wood brown
This time, I rested, rejoiced, and left it there without a frown.

– ni

Theme:
Journey, Reflection & Symbolism — The poem uses the imagery of moving through a forest and a chair encountered along the way to explore themes of life’s path, inner contemplation, and symbolic pause during a journey.

Category:
Poetry • Inspirational • Symbolism • Life & Philosophy