1952
what is the path
that I want to choose
that I want to choose
ahead
I see miles of silence
here
years of loneliness
what is the purpose
that I am
what will I give
what can I take
I can cry
tears of rivers
but can I swim in them
what is the purpose
why am I here
and not there
but where is there
where is, what is, there
nothing is mine
yet my eyes fill with tears
at losing it
if I cannot understand
why I am
do I expect to understand
to recognise, to embrace
the place I do not know
where I am headed to
I am lonely
and I cannot see ahead
because my eyes are filled with tears
1 comment:
Dear Ramesh, only now I found your blog. But even after you have passed, you shared my feelings and wrote them down so beautifully. It helps me reading them. A Loneliness shared.
Mrs Gandhi, i wish you love and courage.
Adie
Amsterdam, the Netherlands
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