Ratnakar Mandlik Poems
A L O N E
Man is mortal and death is certain
So my beloved remove all the curtains
Hanging between you and reality
My boy mind well, it is your duty.
As a kid you belonged to your parents
Youth is for the better-half apparent.
Throught life as a fool you behave often
Trying to form & maintain motley relations.
Being badly in love you hoard money
Not as a means but as the end ultimate
Which automatically gives you agony,
Deprieving you of contentment sovereign.
Whatever you own in the tiny span
You often fell something's absence.
Though being wealthy...
It hits, though for few moments
It reminds the devastating penchent
Of the nature while in it's full rage
Within seconds nothing can be salvaged
From the onslaught of the tornado.
Huge wealth amassed by a miser
Gigantic buildings built by a bulder
Plants for years nurtured by a gardner,