Left to my loneliness, With endless crowds of memories, The present haunts me. Desertion and isolation Alone seem true today. Long back, Amidst cheering crowds, Life was not a hoax. Now it is a waste Of all my pursuit Of ideals and wisdom Which lies scattered all around.
Now stares and mocks at me Ruins of love and learning, Ruins of relations, With none to care and comfort. It is a sight of dreams Undone. And hopes shattered. Sleep has become a stranger. So no dreams of future. Only a thought of dark end solaces! Visions are blurred and bleared With bleak and dismal days. A little gap in the lips Makes passage For deep heavy sighs
From the ashes and sparks Of smoldering bosom.
All that man is, Wrapped in grandeur Of beauty and light, Tells the tale Of destiny ' Destiny that he builds And Destiny that governs him. Destiny built is as ordained. So is the other one. The strings of life Keep producing sounds Of the song sung eternally! With the touch of whose fingers We know not!
