A poem written after a long-long time, written in one of those moments when I come out of myself…
I feel like the cloud, grey with sorrow,
Heavy with tears, but doesn’t pour;
Who steps aside and lets the sun glow,
Who disappoints the rivers, oceans and more.
I feel like the child, bubbling with glee,
Under a scorching sun, yet set free;
Who prays for goodness in abundance,
Who suffers many a times for his ignorance.
I feel like the dust, rolling in the desert,
Going hither and thither without any effort;
Who’s trampled unseen and unknown,
Whose absence won’t even be mourned.
I feel like every other person, standing near me,
A heart to feel, a mind to think, and eyes to see;
Who dutifully carries along with life,
Who searches for the answers he’ll never find.