Until when, the woes?
Till our dreams in this world dries up?
I am cognizant of gloom and radiance, yet
Who can decide on shadows, which intervene?
It changes its shape and character, incessantly.
Why does the mind keep an umbrella above its thoughts,
When storms of dejection agitate the mind?
Let me bear the black coffin of frozen secrets
Of my mind, till I leave this mortal abode of my soul.
How many times God has incarnated here,
To correct the trajectory, of mankind?
In return we gave Him only, a wooden cross
And thorns for His pate, and stealthy arrows.
We split, share and segregate
The earth, and religion, coveting gold
And wealth, and treasures; and even
Our conscience, with that avarice.
We keep a wall amidst us, isolate even our
Affections of the heart, and congenial exuberances.
We may throw away the epics and scriptures
And even dare to try sharing the Creator, also..