On the dreary day,
Trudging the lonely path,
I saw the tamarind tree,
Underneath which,
I took a little pause.
The sun was on its high,
winds were swirling slow,
I felt the desires within me,
Still in the rhythmic fashions,
grow and grow and grow.
Long seemed the path,
Which I had to tread on,
My heart to me whispered,
Be patient and toil on and on.
The brooks of passions,
That runs through the veins,
must flow with evolving spirits,
Coz they slay the hurdles,
And turn on blissful rains.
Travellers we all are,
We have our own paths and seasons,
Some have freezing winters within,
While some faces scorching summers outside,
Walk with grace,
Whatever be the season in and out,
You will see your springs blossoming,
That’s sure without any doubt.
Tarun 