As the dusk fell on the brooding hills
A meloncholia gripped me like a numbing still
And I hithered and dithered
With nobody’s company to keep
I took a plunge in the darkness around
Falling and falling, I ended too deep
I looked around for the friendly shadows
Here and there ! Only burnt woods I could find
Wasn’t a ray of hope
To soothe my moribund mind
I tell myself
It will be over soon
A thin glimmer of whitish light
And I would be over the moon
I bury my fears in a heap
I dug up earth around me
To find sorrows I had sown
To measure what was left to reap…
