IT GOES ON
Dr. R. JANARDANA RAO
Life eroded with vain vapours of emotion
Spent away in living, ego bloated, sight lost
Blood, breath, bread, wasted in pursuit pleasures
Purposeless, the waves batering beaches
It goes on meandering, places unchartered.
Twists, turns, changes, incomprehensible
Pains, thrusts, pillories, stinging life
The odyssey persists, wherefrom, whereto
None to hear nor converse with the silent still.
Lone I entered, tired and lone I leave
Humming ever with the silent song
None to comprehend, none to share
One seat only to reign and feign.
Vain all the efforts prove, as remembered
Voyages of pleasures, sorrows, recollected
Vain aspirations cherished so fond
The wick wanting, slumbering groans, go on.
The caravan goes in spite of me
With eyes closed, and breath bating
Triggering action to action, the wheel
Of life goes on and on, to me unknown.
Life’s bashings, bulging, battering forces
Beyond control, but steered by someone
A spectator, a seer, a sufferer, the man,
And his life spills on and on unknown.