Once in my walk I met a man,
He was so lean,tired and haggard,
I asked him what name do he hold,
But he said he lives in lonely souls.
I walked with him,quite some distance,
Probing so deep to know his ancestry,
Our road was filled with murky air,
And I was thinking who he is.
He is the friend of tide less sea,
And of the moon in starless nights,
But always he keeps vying with,
The souls who are happy in a jamboree.
Who is he, my crony or foe ?
I still haven't got my answer,
This dubious thought permeates my mind-
Human life is a mysterious tale.
(This poem was selected by the International Poetic Library which invited me to the World Poetic Conference at Washington DC in 2002)
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