In Quest.

These sunrises and sunsets; daylight and darkness;
Bright mornings to leisurely evenings,
And the night's darkness dawns into lively mornings.
What for all these? My mind gropes in darkness.

These births and deaths; wretches and riches;
Some happiest births to glorious deaths
And born wretches in graves with no wreaths.
Why this phenomena? I quest, but none enriches.

These moanings and laughters; jubilance and disaster.
Some happiest laughters ending to pitiful moans
And disasters unending, fates merciless tones.
Why this very life? I cry out to my master.




Poetry by Raju Swamy
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Written on 2006-08-05 at 15:55

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