Ages hymned events in every breathe.
Witnessing them have I turned stale
Wisdom engaged in meditation profound
Within my layered chest for ages!
Latches, Locks, Key holes,
Grooves and gaps all got blocked.
Imaginations mated passions,
Nature witnessed silent aging.
Trapped up thoughts and moods
Remained floated on time-tides,
Until the inner flood broke out
And gush Into cultures varied!
Knowing not the depth of chests
Do Man still toils weighing rusts.