No great structures, no crusades over mountains,
No wounds felled or tales of being unbeaten.
All around me is a lively choir of colours and images
Merging beautifully, all the visages and the mirages.
In this fragmented world, I search for the kaliedoscope,
To string together a bit of beauty, truth, love and hope.
More smiles, less tears...
More silence, less fears.
I did not visit all the temples,
Could not always pray properly.
At times I had to say no to friends,
But then I had the best intentions.
Heaven or hell, I know not, nor do I care,
A life is a life, mine or theirs.
There are differences, but they are the surface,
Deep inside, its less of you and I, more of us.
Glittering droplets of the early morning dew,
The sun is the same, reflected every day anew.
The drops vanish, life goes on
In borrowed wisdom, the poet sings his life's song.