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Theme: Anguish Share This Page
The Unsaid
by Prof. R. K. Bhushan
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  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!

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April 27, 2008
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