Poem: Nature Beckons
By Dr. Archan Mehta
I wonder how I
Ended up so poor,
So many people
Showed me the door:
They referred to me
By the stereotype
Of a “starving artist”
Who dies in an
Obscure gutter and is
Lowered into an
Unmarked grave with
No Kith and Kin
At the somber funeral
To perform the last rites.
Anyway, so many times
Have I dreamt about a
Better way,
To make money
While the sun
Still basks in the hay,
But nothing worked
Out for me, you see,
And I was
Reduced to penury:
And yet, I did try
My hand at business,
Instead, I acquired dizziness
And not cold, hard cash,
And discovered that
Petty trade was
Not my calling:
I went for a stroll
In the woods,
And that kept me
Away from the blues.
Seeking my fortune
In the lap of nature,
I came across a
Fork in the road,
And decided to lie
Down for a while
Under the shady tree
And the noise of
Several bumble bees.
And when I awoke,
I found my answer in
Those hazy, lazy clouds,
The noise of civilization
I found was too loud:
In the quietude of nature
I had found my soul
And heart,
And thank the Good
Lord that I was
Able to make
A brand, new start.
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Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, Dr. Mehta is a Freelance Writer and Consultant based in India. Over the years, Dr. Mehta’s creative work has been featured in numerous publications in India, U.K., USA, South Africa and the Middle East. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors, party with close friends, listen to music and stay on top of current events. Dr. Mehta is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to Dr. Mehta at
