A Second voice.
After so many whyness of whys
You plod along, simply swallow
the unanswered questions :
the passing brooks, the foamy,
healing , waterfalls acclaiming
their uniformity and unanimity,
fast moving lilies that bade good bye,
rustle of leaves, ever wrestling mankind,
you look up the blue azure , majestic,
canopy, folding and unfolding many a
dark secrets and mysteries,
is it the heaven that the
time honoured have branded?
Or the twinkling stars the
Unaccounted, unreachable,
By choice or by no choice,
Untimely departed ones
take refuge in time and again?
Oft you were besieged by
A compelling gruelling pontifical ordeal,
‘ to shuffle off this mortal coin’
to be zeroed to a further void,
not a gruesome yet welcome
death wish, a wistful desire to
end death and dearth in life,
A crane by the close by pond
as if in a penance presages,
‘Wait and watch more drama’.
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