Pouring through the window ,
The gentle breeze
Of a summer eve ,
No
Not even the music soft
That fills the air
Can touch this heart ,
Once so alive with life
In quest of love ;
Now so still
With chilled dreams
In the winter
Come too soon .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 like be
but for the few
with vision full of dreams !
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Rajkot / 19 Sept 1958
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