Sad and melancholic,
with nothing to grope
in the abyss I was falling..
I plunged my thoughts
yonder to let myself live,one more moment
in this ungrateful world....
Bright and playful,my youth..
with friends and family to cater my needs
At once,the grievances neither few
to be suppressed,
nor more to end life
With none to care,
rotting away my physical self.
With nothing to think,
except a few golden memories....
Of children,who never visit
Of wife,bereft of life...
Am I desolate,feeling this way?
Is'nt the flower withering away in the garden,
Is'nt the old lion of aesop's fable,
Are'nt the moonless sky and the still winds,
as despondent as Iam?
Are all those abandoned,unloved,unwanted,inutile,
experiencing the same?
Am I so burdensome that my own son repudiates
Alas! O God! is this all, I deserve?
Should I keep praying
to be blessed with a painless death?
though the strife between the mind and the body
though the misery of incompatibility overpowers
I wish to rise and learn
the moon waxes after it wanes,
New ambitions can be made each day,
rising hope against hope...
In teaching,the world....
Compassion over selfishness,
Wisdom over ignorance,
Ethics over immorality..
Yes, I wish to stand as a teacher,
and impart the essence of love and sharing..
Yes,though old,I will INSPIRE....