My restless mind cries alone in darkness,
And at times, in broad day light-
To weave the pulse of global humanity,
And bring it under visible sight!
My efforts may die unrecognized
Till I breathe my last-
And feel that storm is coming sooner
Than I hear the forecast!!
Your affections through the years
Offered my pen a glorious flow-
So I have kept them in memory lane,
And hope my absence will let them glow!
Do not weep for this forecast,
'Cause life revolves around death and birth-
While joy and sorrow will always come
To balance our minds and Earth!!