Gaur Malhar

 

I was following my shadow
Eternity chased me away.
Sun stands worried now
I never touched it before

Gentler towards the oceans
I ride the tides of time
Swift and callous is the beginning
But never stagnant at all.

Winds hate the rough rocks of desire
So, I smoothened my gaze.
All the Spiders of world crawl on me
Yet, I fail to blink.

Garden of pleasures was burnt
Mud climbed the leaves
Friends gathered here, All
Before bees ate the gates

The bread of sorrows
Baked on fires of gloom,
And sips of troubles will all set soon
Along with the aged winter’s moon.

Gardens shed their spring,
And color betrayed flowers too.
On the tree of life,
Fruits are born to perish.

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