Alas !

Introspection on life

Alas !

 

 

 

Wind blows in all directions,

never comes back  with change of seasons

rivers flow continuously,

water of high-tide never returns  in low-ebb;

 

 

Sun-shine and moon-light appear to be same

but depicts different pictures in mind;

 

 

lost childhood, youth under pressure,

wish I could re-visit,

re-start afresh,

mend all mistakes, lost opportunities.

 

 

But alas ! no one has time 

to stop by and listen 

to my childish appeal.

 

 

rajkumar@Kolkata

10-03-2015