Today I must write
A few lines for myself
To anchor firmly on
Solid rock of stability
Health and academic progress
Most of us here
Honestly do not know
Why are we here?
What we are supposed to do?
One thing is certain
Many a time, we don’t know
What are we doing?
Most of the events taking place
Around us,are
Chaoitic, unpredictable and perplexing.
At fifty, life is so divided,
So uncertain, so worrisome.
That feelings of death
Have enveloped you,
In a more interesting way:
At times, you fear death
Lest the younger one will lose
Her best friend on Earth.
And many a time,
A fond desire crops up to die
Death must spontaneously come,
Kiss and embarace me in a
Peaceful way,
And not the likes of
Presentpeaceful killing.
All these eager imaginaations
Are only a false dream , I know.
At the turnof the
New milenium,
The U.S is booming
Svayed by the wave of new economy
A fascinating growth story indeed,
Faul of history and mystery
A rampant manifestation of
Market ideology and computer technology
All leading to saving of real time
In the sphere of producction and distrubution and retailing.
In the process of ageing
Your familiar boyish look
And appearance are waning fast
Cumulative emotional disturbances
Have registered their stamps
On your body and mind.
“tired of being tired”
You want to retire from
Active life.
It’s too early for that
You can’t just afford to retire
The show must go on. (February 22nd,2000)
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