A POEM ON , WHEN I WAS 30 +
This disheveled life glued or stitched
has to be brought to some presentable form
and then to sign .
Yet some inner voice within laments
' has Life no other meaning in Existence
and even death-s and sufferings all round
won't leave any message !
Or the sunshine
even the mid-day burn
will incite nothing in me
with all so much life used , wasted
or left empty behind
leaving no foot - prints to tell
any future voyaging life !
Even the love-lorn birds will drop down dead
with their fledg(e)ing-s left behind
How far or how long have I to sail
with no beacon light
or can any one tell me ,- why I strife
or, what lies in the end ?!
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This disheveled life glued or stitched
has to be brought to some presentable form
and then to sign .
Yet some inner voice within laments
' has Life no other meaning in Existence
and even death-s and sufferings all round
won't leave any message !
Or the sunshine
even the mid-day burn
will incite nothing in me
with all so much life used , wasted
or left empty behind
leaving no foot - prints to tell
any future voyaging life !
Even the love-lorn birds will drop down dead
with their fledg(e)ing-s left behind
How far or how long have I to sail
with no beacon light
or can any one tell me ,- why I strife
or, what lies in the end ?!
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