A Hope Poem by Sarnath Mukherjee

There I see you
Underneath the shadow
With enough security wrapped in the white box,
But I see you not
Beside me
Beside their endless queue of passion
Their emotions
Tangled up in clouds of miseries.

You the philosopher
With a great library
And the carpet covering the floor
Have never known why
I stand in the queue
Of the restless beauty
Given and taken from nature.

Still I wish
Still I hope
Still I address you -
For one day you may
Touch the strings
And add to
The symphony of living.