Where does it travel - a stray mind?
In search of solace - an eternal find.
Where does it end - the blue skies?
A journey to eternity as one dies.
What does it do, a mind so pale?
Struggles very hard before it can fail.
How is a life spent - an hour?
We climb up hard till the end of tower.
How does it fare - a mind so hard?
Withstood the rough with deep regard.
Where are the words to praise the sun?
We men are so limited - we have none.
What does it say - a mind that knows?
Preaches an ill-mind, removing morose.
What about grief that is not heeded?
Tis' not late, it is to be unweeded.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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