In Search Of A Meaning New....... Poem by lalitha iyer

the sleep is cut
the eyes are wet
crying for the night
to escape from the light

the day is out
yet dawn is not
what is the use
of this new day slice?

every moment is precious
shedding upon some light
upon some truth
which we failed to realise

every time we stumble upon
we forget the stone that topples us
again the truth wants to come out
and sit upon our mindless plight

in search of a meaning new
ignorant of our capacities few
blindly clasping creepers untrue
are we gropping to find cosmic dew............