– Preface-
– Glorious day of infancy-
Glorious itwas the day that passed by,
The brook full of mud, sand was our pleasure,
The days decked with starvation was the proud,
In empty stomach we felt sweet salty breeze,
Dreams studded with stars foretold rich days to come,
Present moment was endowed with lively echo.
Pulsation was momentous and lavish,
Life was full of sex – water, fire and breeze.
No death, nor gaiety hit the bed of life.
colorful dreams of myriad form whetted us.
Death wad dead and life was squirting from each pore.
Now time has changed and the luxury is gone,
The warmth of puerile plainness is
waned.
The swan on pond, beetle and bird
amorphous,
And the tiny breast of grasshopper on dewy grass,
And at midnight with throbbing heart for love,
For the unknown lover upon wavy grass,
And long run through bamboo wood with loaded heart,
With the pounding passion and little thought.
With time all is underground or freezed far.
Life at my hand is now a sordid field,
Beauty and the chase of it with heavy heart,
Love and prayer for the boon of it vanished.
Mind is like a stupidity street witness,
the day and the night the pain recondite.
A stupid mind among stupid people,
Waiting for change for the advent of Godot.
Life! Thou art a vacant dream, an
Elfin.
Without song a bint with false psalm of life.
Time! Thou art the most unreal reality.
A dreary stupor that had no mercy.
In each tiny lap of thine I am engraved.
Time is gone yet it has no mutation,
Only my mind is mutated for steadfast thought,
Pain profound for breach of imperious dream.
The cup that I own is now full of song,
The song of Au Revoir to feel oncheek,
Of mine the chorus that lulled myinfancy.
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