Without a Name

In the triumph of flesh, when fame of the world was your thing, a sequence of defeats piled up and time became stronger than the symbols. Was it not easier to abandon the consciousness ? Living a dog’s life was more comfortable without a qualm. How painful it was to know the reality unclothed ! You had achieved nothing in life and were readying up now to receive thoughts of death. Time had no beginning and time had no end. Do you think all will be well at last ? Will we be happy without you ? Or you will be remembered as a hero without a name ! SATISH VERMA