poetnilavronill

The man, one solitary figure
Like anyone else,
Even beyond the usual traffic
Remained busy around the clock…

He was there just with himself
Like anyone else, moving around
But in a circle, rotating like
A wheel around its axis…

Everyone was too busy to notice
Everyone was hurrying around
Individual time schedule

I started out as a Believer
Without a shadow of doubt
With full of joy in my mind
Galloping everything to see Him
The omnipotent face to face

I thought, out of blind faith…
He was there, always waiting
For His devotee, the worshiper
Following every word of the
Scriptures, Old and New

I was too convinced to doubt

Always in unison, I
And my shadows…
Keep on circling
Around Mr. Death

With the age,
Accelerating every day
The distance keeps on
Diminishing steadily

And my shadows, each one
Growing nervous each time
With the end of the summer
With the end of the winter

But for me, everything
Remains uncer...

I might have been
The man,
She waited for ages
Beholding dreams
in her beautiful eyes

Waited, like those soldiers
In the battlefields,
With the ultimate dream
In their tired eyes
To return home alive

I might have been
The man,
She knew for ages
Beholding hopes
In her passionate eyes

...

One step forward
Inside the circle
Two steps backward
Besides confusions

Keeping faith on
Divine providence
Seems awesome
But helps little

I can see myself
Worshipping the God
Feeling relieved
Comforting the doubts

I can see myself
Following the
The scriptures
Purifying the soul
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