Age

Ages rolled.
Many springs blossomed.
Autumn shunned many leaves.
... Rain storms tempted us many times.
Together was the journey started-
And the way a joyful one.

Oh! The dreams were shattered.
The ways were sad filled many.
My road-fellows parted
through the ways they found.
Each one was alone;
And each one wept.

No life ends without a destination,
for each soul holds a destination
But premeditated by the hands of destiny.
Unknows shall remain my destination for me,
Until I reach there,
and smiles back with the very pain that sustained me,
to the fallen leaves
in the path I have walked.

I reached my destination.
Nay, destiny was fashioning my way
With her invisible hands and waiting for me.
Again another bud shall blossom.
Another leaf shall become a memory.
Another drop of rain shall fall
Into the heart of soil.

Come, let us dream for an other day-
Wherein dreams shall remain unshattered;
And no one shall be alone;
No one shall weep.
Only remember me until the dawn of
Another day of dream's fulfillment.