102.On The Terrace Of My Spirit Poem by rajagopal haran

With the happiness of the child
That chases the butterfly
Dawns my dream
From the night of my life

In the world of relations
Like the clouds during wind
Many a relation
Withering like the petals of a day long flower
That spread without fragrance
You are my beacon
Throwing light for this marooned ship

When the thorns of life
Prick me hard
I don’t realize the pain
As you take the strain
Before it reaches the medulla oblongata

I forget the dawn
After the call from the crow
As your thought
Have closed all my faculties

Unable to come to terms
That time is moving fast
As I always bear
Your sweet memories in my mind

But
When my heart pains
Due to want of sleep
Eyes shedding tears
Till the crow gives the wake-up call
And the time striking to move ahead
You are not there by my side
To hold me on your hands
And lay my head on your lovely lap
Before the soul in my body
Shirks away its shirt!

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