By Pramod Rastogi
A Grand Bouquet Years have rained from the sky Like flower petals falling leisurely On the face of a life in a trance. Each year one flower more I have added to my bouquet, Kept in a fancy glass vase On the altar of my mystic past. The bouquet has a sacred look With sleek flowers of all sizes, Of myriad colours and hues. I look back at the titanic altar And perceive a feeling of joy And nostalgia for the years That I collected these flowers. Alas, this imposing bouquet And the aroma it imparts Are my only pieces of fortune. The years have faded away And so have many flowers. Only a few robust ones are left That perfume my heart. The years will all melt away And the vase will soon be full. On display will be vivid colours And a delicate fragrance to recap The undying spirit of my life. A candle will then be lit In grief and in tribute To the grandiose bouquet That had adorned this vase.
Pramod Rastogi is an Emeritus Professor at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology (EPFL) in Lausanne, Switzerland. He is a Member of the Swiss Academy of Engineering Sciences. He is the 2014 recipient of the SPIE Dennis Gabor Award. He is currently a guest Professor at the IIT Gandhinagar, India.
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