Hi Friends,

Even as I launch this today ( my 80th Birthday ), I realize that there is yet so much to say and do.

There is just no time to look back, no time to wonder,"Will anyone read these pages?"

With regards,
Hemen Parekh
27 June 2013

Monday, 30 March 1970

The Tides of Time

Incapable of being great
Incapable of being small ,
That’s what I am ,
Yet yearning to be both ;

For , in the greatness
A challenge lies ,
To conquer the lofty peaks
Of mountains unclimbed .

But when I think
How the tides of time ,
Leave no trace
Of the soaring heights ,
I wonder how long
Could my foot prints last ?

And , at times I wish
To disown my dreams
And settle with myself
For a small content ;
‘cause there is no greater bliss
Than to be in perfect peace ,
In a corner of obscurity ,
Where few would care to notice
And shed tears
When you go ;

But again I wonder
What would it be like
But for a few

With vision full of dreams ?


March 30, 1957


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