My restless mind cries alone in darkness, And at times, in broad day light- To weave the pulse of global humanity, And bring it under visible sight! My efforts may die unrecognized Till I breathe my last- And feel that storm is coming sooner Than I hear the forecast!! Your affections through the years Offered my pen a glorious flow- So I have kept them in memory lane, And hope my absence will let them glow! Do not weep for this forecast, 'Cause life revolves around death and birth- While joy and sorrow will always come To balance our minds and Earth!!
