REFLECTIONS

I lost my shadow on a burnt meadow...
My vision got shattered in a whirl wind.
Upon a cleft, pain covers me with its huge black wings.
The chain of dissatisfied desires which binds to my legs,
Pulls me down into the depths of sorrow.
In the funeral fire which burns my soul,
I’m searching for my own roots.
I thought a lamp will guide me to the threshold of dreams,
But it leads me again to darkness only.
All my plainting notes get scattered,
Striking the walls which guard me!
I walk nameless in an endless corridor,
Not knowing what is on the other side.
Only one thing do I know-
The writhe inside the funeral pile on the bank of Ganges-
A vague picture-
It may be me!
Perhaps...
-my own lost shadow!!!