Arrival

Arrival


Always in heart a question lies

Even at death when the old one dies

A yearning to know – but his death denies

Ere the sight of answer he sees

A hasty mould adieu bids

Elixir of life would be very less

A pointless prize to the self-helpless

Ecstasy loaded his brighter years

And dimmer ones wallowed he in tears

Exerted he effort on the path of bliss

Alone was the question left at peace

In asking lies wisdom

In answer the truth

A half wise man was he for he pluck’d only the first fruit.