Procrustes-Vayalar Poem-Dramatization

A Spring comes after every Winter

The sands of the hour glass drain away,

Seasons come and go by in time

Changes - Visible and invisible.

Do men change like seasons with time ?

The scent of flowers in spring,

The fruits born in the summer,

The leaves shed away in autumn,

The cold sleep of nature in winter.

Alike we see ideas which blossom-

To bore fruit and joy to millions,

Yet fade away with the draining of the sands,

And sleep the eternal slumber-long forgotten

Many a kingdom and men have risen and fallen,

In the pages we read of them, Yet many are forgotten.

Dead men tell no tales-but,

The defeated have no tale to tell of even !

I watched the kingdom of men through the ages.

Like seasons it has changed, many a dawn and dusk went by.

I saw many come with a promise of spring,

A summer in which new fruit would be picked,

I watched them fade away like leaves in autumn,

To be buried in the snow of winter that followed.

"Change is the only thing that doesn't change"

This is true that winter is inevitable.

He is like a foe inescapable from confrontation.

Or is he a friend ? This long forgotten old man ?

Does he lead thee onward to uncharted adventures ?

I do not know what gifts he may bring.

But this I know for sure, A young girl in Spring

Will come after every old grandpa in Winter.

Every sleep in Winter, comes with an eternal hope,

A hope of new flowers sprouting in Spring to come.

I watched an autumn go by me.

Old leaves shed, withered away in the sands.

I stand in this cold winter-shivering and frail.

Many are sleeping-many pretend to be asleep,

For the pain of this silver knife is too much to bear

Yet I stand here with that hope of which I speak.

It provides me with a fire and warmth.

To take arms against the cold wind that blows,

The Spring is coming, I feel it's warmth every hour.

Nothing is eternal, so this winter will end.

Change is the only thing that never changes in the world.

Do not try to escape change- He is not an enemy.

Life is a mixed bag of emotions to endure

Like seasons they come and go in an eternal parade

Since time immemorial I have stood and watched them go by

Do not be disheartened by the times my child-'cause

For every Winter that blows by, A new Spring is sure to follow.