Heavier still is the burden inside
A bumpy road ahead, no one to guide
No post to lower the weight awhile
The sun is about to set, the sky hostile
Desperately he tries to reach out to light
Before the day completely wears out to night
In this world, we are all tramps
Sometimes wading through the swamps
Often confused with the way unknown
And our paths rugged and torn
Expecting victory and defeat in turn
With burden on our backs, we move on!
Than making the remaining days joyfulSo the octogenarians- Tom and SamTogether formed an intimate leagueEvery day, they would, without failMeet at the country park in the eveningsA ritual, they had religiously followedAnd enjoyed more than anything elseThere they would sit … chatting for hoursSometimes feeding the pigeons that landed in flocksOr watching the children’s mirthful…
Indeed it is a great malaiseAnd it works in viscious waysIt ruptures many heartsPiercing them like dartsHolding a long standing grudgeIs like having an erasable smudgeIt will always leave a stainAnd lead us to irrepressible painA person in violent rageIs like a prisoner in a cageAnger indeed is a negative emotionLanding us in violent commotionAnger…
‘I am going to be with you for everFollow me wherever I lead youFight back if you can, rather if you dareBut indomitable I am, you know’Never had John been punched so hardShocked beyond even a sigh or silent moanDumb he stood so petrifiedHe saw his dreams fall apartThe sky high edifices crumbling downThe soil…
He looked a hairy apeWith a funny shapeThat all called him a gorilla
Opened it with the key of love
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? ‘From Shakespeare, through HamletIt rings down to generationsAnd falls heavily on my ears tooIn vain, I attempt to probe into the mysteryNay, the enigma called manBoth in the silence of my solitudeAnd in the learned circle of pundits(Fool…..Unable to find who you areCan you venture…
