BEREFT
THE FATIGUE OF ETERNAL WAIT
OVERRIDES THE BENT FOR LOVE;
AND I THE BRIDE OF THE AGE’S FERRYMAN, STAND TODAY BEREFT.
I HAVE SWALLOWED THE THIRST,
AND MY VOICE IS CRACKED, CANNOT ENSTART
ANY LOVE-LORN SOUL’S SUMMONING MELODY.
THE ERROSION OF KNOWLEDGE FROM
THE WORLD AT LARGE-THE BROKEN FRAGMENTS OF
NALANDA-TAXILA, HAS CORRODED MY ZEST FOR KNOWLEDGE.
AND TODAY I CANNOT RELATE TO THE CHANTS AND CHITTAM’S
OF HOLY LIFE! I STAND REASONLESS –BEREFT!
THE FEAR OF OBLIVION-BOTH OF PERSON AND EMOTION,
HAD FORCED ME TO TAKE TO VERSES.
BUT TRANSIENT PAGES AND MORAL OF UNTAMPERED AGES,
TAUGHT A DIFFERRNT LESSON OF MUTABILITY OF ALL THAT GOES BY.
THEY SAY, SOUND AND SCRIPT WILL MELT AWAY,
LEAVING A SENSATION STILL AWAKE.
BUT PRAGMATIC OUTLOOK DOESNOT SEE THE POWER TO LIVE
THROUGH TIME IN SENSES!
SO FEAR CLASHED CREATIVITY ---LEAVING ME, …BEREFT!!!
