Vedanth Bhatnagar

Thy son hast not comforted,
He lived a life alone,
Now, leaves, as his breath,
To none, shalt it be known,
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Long millenia ago, ere The Universe, to prevail
There wast, The One, Whose Mighty, Infinite Magnificence,
Wouldst pervade, eall Life, eall matter, but once,
There wast infinite emptiness, wouldst everything come thence.
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Seeking solace in nonexistence,
A body falling asleep,
A freedom without reluctance,
In hollowness I weep;
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I was born, without speech,
To benevolent Mother Earth,
Feeble, flaccid, ignorant of this cruel world,
That love of my Mother had hid in her kind mirth;
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I dreamt of a flower,
Yet, to bloom, upon which, lay dews,
And, at morn’s hour,
It swept to none, swept to fews;
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O'er the fields of paddy and rie,
And as far as could my vision see,
Where blooms not a rose, not a daisy,
A child walks, with a sigh;
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I sleep, O dearest, I sleep,
Where the dawn has never shone,
I seep, O dearest, I seep,
Where none remain, I remain lone;
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By torments deep, are left many a scar,
That nor words nor kindness can heal,
And unto our lives are begotten many a mar,
That nor the brightest nor the truest can seal;
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Choice, as is but ours, is to lose,
They who with burdens are fraught, live free,
For their lives are in ingnorance, with no purpose,
They who in service are selfless, prevail in glee;
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You have dwelt in darkness,
For there was your tragedy bestow'd,
And in murky realms of thought,
Was thy life out pour'd:
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Oh my child! My child! I speak to the child!
Me accepts, me accepts the desire mild!

'Thine play'd in the fields of ecstacy,
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The sorrow of the night steals
What a morn brings as mirth;
And clouds of dark sweep
What was forever dearth.
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What meaning lies in letters arranged?
Do letters convey the reality of thought?
With what man in greed is estranged,
Is that, of black-ink, the blot?
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What deems to enter, within the glory of its day,
Into the fading realms of history may?
Is it not the thought of the joy of freedom, say!
Where order and republic supreme lay!
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They find themselves in misery,
Who stifle every action with sorrow;
But those who continue with hearts heavy,
Fore'er see a joyous tomorrow.
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Slumber dwells upon my eyes,
I who see chaos awaken;
Within what mankind has thought,
I see a world shaken.
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Rasping doors that open unto mysteries,
The labyrinths that return unto what again begins,
Other-Worlds that look unto our forgotten histories,
Speak of the unknown as it here twins;
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Permanence is but a heavenly dream,
Oh, so rare, so pristine, forlorn!
But lasting is not for the mortal stream,
The stream that has life to adorn;
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The mind wanders, toward yonder,
Restless and unforgiving in its motion,
The heart suffers while it ponders,
The meaning of truth and emotion;
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