Some flowers wither away at noon
But the fragrance remain
Some moments pass away too soon
But their memories remain.
Some feelings linger for long
Like dark clouds, torrential rain
Some thoughts persist like a song
They play over and over again.
Some pains never go away
They remain buried like a seed,
To grow into a forest of agony
They make the hearts bleed.
Some minds are so lonely
Even with the sea of people around
To convey or express a thought
They strive to cover a lot of ground.
Some hearts are so barren
Where no flower dares to grow
Like a desert with sand-storms
They endure each of life’s blow.
Some birdies are meant to spend
In cage their entire sojourn
To dream of flight and the sky
And long for freedom unknown .
Oh life, I fail to fathom
Your depth, your mysteries obscure
At times the hope soars high
At times, it dives down unsure.
P.S.: All pains and agonies and tears and fears
O life, these gifts I can accept with delight
Just grant me a moment in Swami’s thoughts
In exchange for all my plight