Many queries, frail and clear
Crossed my thoughts
Yet I assured myself
Not to judge, but to seek
Those missing keys
From thou alone.
So did I scribble
The many thoughts
That my mind dribbled
In verses short and long
Not to judge, but to seek
Those missing keys
From thou alone.

Why define thy mind
As diseased and low
When thoughts and words
That thy soul radiates
Lie so clear and wise?
Why wait for a better else
To disown a rooted sorrow
From thy memory lane
That lies beneath your own mane?
Why seek a second self
To raze out thy pains
That weighs down thee
Dwelling within thee?
Alas my friend!
Hoard this ever in mind
That if the tears
Rolling down thy eyes
Are parts of thy own self,
Then the palms that holds
The strength to wipe
Those tears off
Are also parts of thy own self.
Thence wait no more
For yet another soul
To part thee from thy pain.
For thou have a power
To curb any strain
That exist within thou.
Note not the fading rhythms
Nor the cascading rhymes
Amidst my lines.
Seek the embedded wish
My thoughts beheld
Amidst my lines,
For these were written
To let thee sense
Thou have a friend
Who wishes the best
In times when fate
Might put thou to test.
What is thine
Will come to thee.
What is not thine
Will drift off from thee.
So sings the tune
Which lays the rule of the orbs.
Hence wail not for what is lost
And wait not for what is undue.