On the ridge, on my horse, riding high
I glanced down at the valley of time
lay the corpses, shrivelled and dry
Those were the fallen days all mine
Time has had its toll
With no mercy or remorse
Slain all these in It's stroll
No one could resist its force
Each lived his proud moment
Each but a day long
And sighed out without lament
Imprinted in my heart strong
Each face I clearly remember
So fresh with mirth and gay
Till the time of slumber
new face is the next day
In this long life's journey
Over so many a year
Each day was a company
Each day for that day dear
Some days full of song
And some full of sadness
Some excited and strong
Some crazy with madness
Yet each appeared a complete
Fully ripe a fruit to eat
And although at its end deplete
Never again to meet
In me yet they are living on
I feel a presence strong
Within me they keep on and on
Even though it is so long
They are strewn like husks fallen
Their soul now part of me
I am because of them as such
Complete inside yet empty
Looking back at my life's meaning
I wonder at these warriors great
Each stood a day in time seeming
Happy that each day I met
And riding this horse of mine
Has been with me each moment
Raced, stumbled, walked fine
Now time to rest, no lament
I get down this horse high
As it drops down
And climb on the highest hill
To face the sundown
These fallen days were me
Their sum was my journey
Today I finally have come to see
And meet the Ultimate Me.
By
Dr Avinash Dal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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