Evenings are also delivered here
Packed with the brighter mornings.
Shall your silences ever mean
'No more letters, or dreams even please.
...
You are like an afternoon shower
Of early May
You come and go
As if you have never come
...
It is always a half life
Whichever way you live
One side of the coin only,
...
You cannot beg to be a hero
Nor can you be a real one by acting
Nor by beating your own drums
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There, in a mystic space, in concepts, you now reside
Away from an earthy, illusive, enmeshed existence
From a mortal, suspended, maya ridden life
You have transcended to a heavenly continuation
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