The light
changed by ( after Guardian)
We no
longer walk the same path,
No longer
interact the same way
by the
light, though our eyes are
the same; stars
and sun and
moon come
and go their
ordained
path. Some poets
call it as
their wooing perhaps.
Dark too unravels much to
our selves of shell and coiled move.
No longer same hands,
as in the
past, our channelized roots
take us
through new and strange.
By the same
river, woods,
Yonder rivulet,
crows and
Sparrows ruled
their roost by
Agelong trees
with each individual
tradition and
green foliage
the pride
and stay of our village.
Oh ! God,
now the ripe time
For us to
depart to different zone
Formatted by our karma ;
Allow our souls to merge with
The Alone or with stars
and journey into a realm
Of His Will. We comprehend
His
motive and mysterious
Purport of Life’s entourage.
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