What is needed at the right time
Is often unheeded
Then the head rests in silence
On the knees all bent
Instead of an offered shoulder,
Craving for a gentle touch
From the back behind
To unwind the gloomy reel
Just to rewind afresh afterwards
The real thread of joyous feel
Sailing across the sea-deep-sorrow.
Against all surging, turbulent tides
And howling, swirling vortexes
Waves of joy and happiness,
Dance to the trance
With optimum gaiety galore
Embracing high tides of sorrow
That has finally a receding silence
In a long-lasting endurance,
Dashing against a patient heart.
He feels heartened and tough inside,
Swelled up with peace of mind.
Nothing is acquired, when required
Yet constant striving for that always pays.