I am headed for a shoulder re-operation. Yesterday, Pash in his compassionate mode, commented during a chat and sharing of self-inflicted maladies, that he felt sad. Thereafter, I searched my heart and found no sadness there, neither was there any fear of whats about to come. 

My heart has been broomed and mopped clean. It looks as we used to say - spick 'n' span

Don't be sad for me -

given a second chance,

I wouldn't have it another way;

life's been sweet 

and full like fairy tale 

countless adventure

fun of travel

lessons in deception 

but more importantly 

of trust upheld

love unconditional 

where hands were held

in pitchest dark,

never felt friends or elders 

left my side, I was 

never ever alone 

or took it so hard 

that couldn't get up again

and pace afar,

having help near at hand meant 

at every turn and nook

I could sing and dance

to assigned tune ,

there was the Unseen

to fend off any crook

who planned misadventure 

dared be obstacle 

to my show;

carefree I've trod

down and up

both pain and pleasure 

filleth my cup,

tales from yore 

from near and further afar 

blew my bugle  

and announced my march,

Draupadi and Sita 

Krishna and Sudama

Valmiki's Karna

Sleeping Princess 

Cinderella, Alice 

lost in wonderland

and let me forget not 

Sindbad, Alaadin and Mulaan -

folks from lore

showed up before 

I was lost 

to point out the way ...

so much inspiration 

was their innings' play

of all the bittersweet lessons learnt 

I felt most strong in my bone

that Love endures

and yea as they'd said 

love endured 

despite some hiccup

when I asked for rest,

I've made so far 

with gay sway

not a moment's regret or remorse 

to bring gloom to heart

I've tasted nectar, preordained

so well that heartily today 

I've hesitate not to say -

my wine's been 

worth its penny 

every given dime

was spent well

my time 

was indeed a Divine symphony.