Scaffold

I was, one fine day, taking a walk

 pondering on things to chalk

thought about, cats, dogs and traffic,

O My! mind wanders up to pacific.

In the nook stood a structure veiled

by morning mist and also thoughts I delved

there it stood simple, beautiful and tall

alone with some unfinished rubble.

Its a scaffold.

A scaffold that stood erect,

bereft of joys and sorrows, adjacent

a building rose that was strong

where in future the people throng.

Yes, its just a scaffold that helps to build.

Trotted to scaffold and queried,

"Are you happy for what you produce?"

Scaffold smiled, yes it smiled at poor me,

a man who can't think but only see.

"Dear man, neither am I elated that

I did this great act of spacious hut,

nor will I be doleful if crushed

by same people whom I helped."

Its a scaffold and a speaking one.

" Are you sans feeling and emotions?

or left your fate, as you are sans motions?"

I asked the sticks that stood like a rail

that reaches out to sky, long and frail.

Its a scaffold made of sticks and ropes.

"Nay, I will to act in this play

that makes me do this display 

I am happy always ,for I do 

what I will without much ado."

Its a scaffold veneered by sticks and ropes.

I pondered and  moved on my way.

Few days melted into the eternal away,

I passed by sticks that fell into rubble

yet I see the scaffold subtle.

Scaffold in  true form sat next to tower

unseen for eyes, but stays there forever,

preaching to  the troubled beings,

and hoping for joy in their wanderings.

Its a scaffold, beckoning to act and leave.