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...
Neither a soldier or a sailor,
Nor either an airman or a God man
To no outfit of an army he belongs,
Yet to be called chieftain he longs
Neither he is wealthy nor a begger
His command is full of poor hawkers.
Misled you should not be by his barking,
On his charge, while the day is breaking.