Though heartbroken, I will INSPIRE....

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,

agonising?

Is'nt the old lion of aesop's fable,

heart broken?

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

me?

Alas! O God! is this all, I deserve?

Should I keep praying

to be blessed with a painless death?

Inspire,me Lord.......

that,

though the strife between the mind and the body

continues,

though the misery of incompatibility overpowers

abandonment,

I wish to rise and learn

that,

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....

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