Such is his destiny,
To find the one lamb that he lost,
Leaving the other ninety nine behind!
His little black lamb,
How it whimpered at night,
And dragged tired by twilight,
His little black lamb!
In search of his destiny,
He marched.
Between the sun and the sand,
The mountains he scaled.
Not once or twice, but thrice,
Over the precipice he fell.
Between anger and pain,
Between pride and shame,
Like a ship without an anchor he sailed,
Not knowing where to stop,
He is lost!
Runic is love.
For between sanity and insanity,
Between fixation and apathy,
Like a wick without a flame,
He is lost!
- Shilpa Ramesh Maiya (Sakshi)
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Dear friends, considering I am writing after a real long time, I thought I'd remind you all - I allow people with a gmail id to post their messages. Thanks a ton :)
