Yes, I was a
fool, till a few days back
I cried for
men and birds and bees
I moaned in
pain for felled trees
And as I writhed
I heard them laugh
Their jeers I
bore, their cheers abhorred
My mind
soared for I was sure
The world
would right itself once more
A fresh
breeze would unfreeze cold hearts
Would bring
in Spring, and as solidarity bloomed
We’d behold on
the face of a dark sky
Rising of a
shinning New Moon.
No, it wasn’t
a dream, a firm faith
Held in
heart and mind religiously
I did not
heed the warning signs
Nor felt
threatened when mountains
Stood in my
path. Like a river
Serene I flowed,
round that obstacle
Jumped over
boulders untold
A journey to a destination
The ocean
waiting with open arms:
When did
waters dry? Obliterated
Paths lay stretched
ahead, unknown,
Do I walk
along, or run in fear?
This time I’ll
stand unmoving
Dead as a
dodo, or live unmoved
An ascetic in
transcendental mood.
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