Be Proud Not

I cry for myself,

and for my deceased mother too.

The distant hills proved invincible

Since I took over on the TRI-day.

The hopes I had nurtured

successfully under the cautious abode of my soul

were torched

at the place of opportunities I trusted.


In the future that beacons nigh,

my voyage takes me to the place of the parched plains.


The place of the plains where my dreams fondly casts

To abode near the hugging hills and less privileged rivers.

Where on a stone – and in the distance all around

My heart is pleased with the loneliness

of the dotted and invincible plains



I shall return to find rest and re-launch


3rd January 2007