The summers wither away
Like the waning moon The winters simmer The waxing tune. The nights awake The sheltered fool. The days break The happy tools. Are we the cocoon ? Or are we the oblivion? Standing astute Following the Tune… The tunes that give solace To lights of oblivion The tunes that shatter The thoughts of division The wind hushes The waves of confusion The sun burns The doubts mistaken. What was north… Is now east. What was east…. But a dreary defeat. Perseverance or penance ? Our choice … The illusion. Penance or peace ? Our hearts … The Foundation. |
Jahnvi Sharma Advocate Supreme Court of India |