Those were the days ,

Had we rainbow- rays

In life ,love and lullaby,

Unknown to ‘good-bye.’

Storms turned the table, Lost all that was lovable,

Made the itinerary miserable,

Leaving in lurch the incredible .

Fragrance of lilly flowers,

Echo of rivers and towers,

Kindlen’t love and ecstacy,

Pervades a kind of lunacy.

Faith is feeble ,trust is tormenting ,

Psedo-vows are dreams

shattering ,

The self-centred game of

gratification,

Leads to hamartia and

re-justification .

-Dr R S Tewari ‘ Shikhresh ‘

15.1.2025