Search Not Far And Out Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

I set out one early tired morn,
Before the birds were out singing,
Drowsy when felt the yawning dawn,
To look for what I was searching,
Hoping someone would deliver
Me a gift wrapped in grey silver.

Ere came the light killing innocence,
Awaited I all through the day,
All evening, the day when gave way
To night that came with stony silence,
Which said: what’s searched shall soon be out,
If rid art thou of all the doubt.

Nature inspires but rare, muse seldom sires,
Man must perspire to get what he desires. ________________________________________________
- Sonnets | 08.01.05 |