A mile after mile
I can’t ask thou for help oh God, I simply can’t. Because, I know thou blesseth only efforts Where mine art meager? The answer beholds eternity alone. My heart is so strong, tough like a rock, Are dead all its feelings Are killed all its desires by the start of the clock. I can’t cry out my troubles, nor console my fears; For there are those, who by my single tear are disheartened, Or those whose notoriety doth enfeeble my life, and my being, And whose mirth calls it ‘compete’! A friend that was parted long back, Whose touch, whose presence seems like a mirage yonder hills, Beyond the skies. Floats over eyes, along days and twilights. But disappear like mist, As in myths did goddesses or as did dreams When day lights. If life is so, what different could death be? May be that meant rest, may be that meant peace Peace for now and forever Peace for thine heart, and for thy kin A sullen silence that healeth all pain All’s silent, but then just one question thrives. “Was the purpose of