A weary traveller along a path forlorn, Regularly and incessantly stumbling over incessant stones, Mirages of enjoyment and riches shake him to the very bone, He trudges on, unshaken but totally ragged and worn. His greed and desires were apart
In the beginning it had been a tiring endless quest, For, joy had eluded me more often than the rest, Nothing, and no place could quench my joy-barren thirst, With a longing for happiness, my every heartbeat burst. Joy seemed
Ever since man evolved shelterless to the raging weather, He has been ignorantly and blindly stumbling from one birth to another, Hidden in the deepest recess of his heart, is an unsolved mystery, That has been inundated by religion into
The mighty river bowed down in cascades of flowing water, The sight of mountains and their nearness to God does flatter, There’s more harmony in the tunes of the wind, than you can find, The Lord is directing this orchestra
Gone are those sublime timeless days, When we basked under the mellow sun’s rays, Illusion has played its wily role aloud, Landing us all under an unpredictable cloud. Those days with their enigmatically beautiful smile, When HE invariably spent with