When I go to light a candle
I cannot light it on
Gusting air blows it off for no reason.
The candle is not damp though
It falls on the ground countless times
The sticky wax melts beneath around
I know not why with me things are not sound.
When I see a cloud in the sky, often
I feel that something will happen
Some cloud will melt for certain
Into the pearly white drops of rain
But the clouds in thunderous roar
Lash suddenly at the green moor
On the broken hawthorn hedge
On the steep hill’s Kargil edge
Wrap all waves in a mantle gray
The shattered visage and the frown
No rain, the clouds all go brown.
When I try my best to make a beautiful thing
Someone breaks it in the middle
‘Man is destroyed but not defeated’-
Who shatters my dreams and drowns my sigh
I feel defeated though I try; I try and try
Only to feel I am ill-fated
Ah! my philosophy! How I am cheated.
Silvery pearls don’t melt into rain
All adages like the barren clouds go in vain
It is all true, it was all true….
Then why a murmur still echoes, heard by few
Then who says ‘My son, I am with you, I am with you’?
