By Dr Bina Biswas
Have y' ever stood on a lonely hilltop,
At the stroke of dawn?
Have y' ever seen the golden orb
Lighting up the morn?
As you welcome another day,
Does it come to mind?
That every dawn is a morn newborn,
As the old one's left behind.
Have y'ever seen an hour-glass,
With sand all slipping away?
That is time and that is life,
Both here, but not to stay.
Have you ever seen one flounder
In a quicksand known as life?
Imagine one going under
Untold agony and strife.
Have you ever seen a fellow being
Suffering silent pain?
Have you ever thought of getting a chance
Of living once again?
Don't be pensive, don't you doubt,
And you don't ever be sad.
For though the days are fading out,
Life is not that bad.
When you feel life is a cave,
Closing in on you,
Just look here, and look there,
For a sec or two.
For it's no cave, nor cavern,
Never has it been.
It's a tunnel, at the end of which
A faint light can be seen.
A glimmer, no doubt, it's all about
Hope and mindless love.
Love sustains where hope's on wane,
As sure as sky above.